"Oh, thank you," Dimitri says, misunderstanding the comment for a compliment. As he speaks, Gremlin starts crawling about him and digging for the Pokegear. Dimitri mostly ignores him, honestly.

The rat should know what he's doing.

"But compliments aside... While I understand how ridiculous it sounds, this place does not operate on the sort of logic one would expect. Only the other week, and I had been certain of your existence as a youth, and one whom I had spoken with to some regularity. Yet, you see... People can only recall this place, and the things they have done here, while they are here. Should they leave... There is a chance they will lose those memories forever."

Probably? Dimitri cannot claim to be an expert on the matters. Then again, he isn't sure if anyone can.