[He steps forward and lets his shoulder bump against hers. For so long he's told everyone it couldn't be an issue of memory - that other person simply wasn't him. But he's known, for a good while now, just how much of a lie that was. Little fragments have come back, piece by piece, and they're not glimpses of someone else's life, they're memories, buried deep. With the right tools he might dig them all up in the end but right now - he doesn't remember everything.]
For example, anything I ever did that you might have cause to be mad at me about? Don't remember it. And I'm still trying to re-forget what any of your first attempts with that [yonder macroslave] tasted like.
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[He steps forward and lets his shoulder bump against hers. For so long he's told everyone it couldn't be an issue of memory - that other person simply wasn't him. But he's known, for a good while now, just how much of a lie that was. Little fragments have come back, piece by piece, and they're not glimpses of someone else's life, they're memories, buried deep. With the right tools he might dig them all up in the end but right now - he doesn't remember everything.]
For example, anything I ever did that you might have cause to be mad at me about? Don't remember it. And I'm still trying to re-forget what any of your first attempts with that [yonder macroslave] tasted like.