Pain may have been something he was feeling, but a simple healing spell wouldn't alleviate the burden of the sudden flash of all those memories. A lesser man may have passed out from the shear weight, but one image kept Locke standing - the recognition that he had disappeared before Celes' very eyes. The irony was lost on him that he had now allowed two precious ladies the pain of seeing this sight.

Refusing to succumb to the bliss of darkness, he drew upon his inner strength. Somewhere in the momentary confusion as the memories sorted their way back into the recesses of his mind, he was able to slip two thoughts to the woman before him.

"I remember." and "I'm sorry."

He had no way of knowing her reaction, but he needed to assure the woman he knew and loved in 2 distinct worlds know that he understood the gravity of the situation and would not treat it lighthearted and in jest.