It's certainly not from anyone else's perspective. The memory began with me and only one other person, and I remember looking through my eyes at him.

[Even if he doesn't hesitate in answering, he still thinks back to picture it. He remembers sleeping and being woken by the beating, and he recognized his own feelings in every motion and word so much that of course he knew it was him. The chains, the treatment, the suffering of anyone with the name Green Dragon— it all added up to how he acted now.]

It's a bit difficult to explain, but you can rest assured that I know it was certainly my memory.