It doesn't.

[Clocks' own certainty on that front takes him by surprise. He pauses, then says more slowly:]

It... shouldn't? Not in the way that we...

[With no memories to back it up, the attempt to explain quickly peters out.]

Uh, can we forget I said anything. Seems my ass got it in mind to play at farting out vowels and consonants in a saddening facsimile of coherent speech and I ended up talking out of it.