That is-- [Doing that thing where someone is struggling to think of what to say, so they just wag their finger around instead. Hah.] An incredibly difficult question to answer?
Hey, do you think-- Do you think losing your memories, certain memories, can fundamentally change you? Make you into someone who just doesn't act the same. Y'know, instead of just being intrinsically a certain type of person.
I dunno-- [Holding up his hands in a bit of a surrender motion.] Just. Started thinking about it when someone mentioned Sharon had forgotten how to cook. Whether she thought that was important or not.
Woah, jeez, sorry, a little bit high right now, and I either get mad funny or mad philosophical and apparently this is the path I took. You want a hit or anything?
No-- nevermind. Not a physical hit. And if I did punch you, I doubt you'd even feel it.
Um, how about this, I'm trying to avoid my feelings, you're trying to avoid some feelings, do you want to cook or something? I totally remember how to do it.
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I don't know. You?
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I don't want to believe any of the people here did it. I... don't.
But I'm not a fool. Someone is hiding their involvement—and they willingly let a child take the fall for them, just to gain back a few memories.
That's all I have.
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[Feel . . . ings. Hard? Anyway,]
Hey, do you think-- Do you think losing your memories, certain memories, can fundamentally change you? Make you into someone who just doesn't act the same. Y'know, instead of just being intrinsically a certain type of person.
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[oh. god.]
You think... someone forgot enough of their humanity to...?
[she can’t even finish the sentence.]
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Woah, jeez, sorry, a little bit high right now, and I either get mad funny or mad philosophical and apparently this is the path I took. You want a hit or anything?
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Um. No.
Please don’t hit me. I think you're fine the way you are.
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No-- nevermind. Not a physical hit. And if I did punch you, I doubt you'd even feel it.
Um, how about this, I'm trying to avoid my feelings, you're trying to avoid some feelings, do you want to cook or something? I totally remember how to do it.
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[she huffs, mildly miffed. but. whatever.]
I can make hot chocolate. Come on.
[INN TIME]
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Yeah, okay.
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she snaps a big bar of chocolate in half across her knee.]
Do you like it sweet or bitter?
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[Honestly he really respects this. Who doesn't want to smash chocolate when they're upset.]
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[double entendre! she puts all the chocolate in a nice lil plastic bag, which she has only recently learned about--
--and starts smashing the shit out of it with a rolling pin.]
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Alright, get it, girl. You show that chocolate who's the fuckin' boss.
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[bang BANG BANG BANG BANG bang]
Ahh... this would be so much easier if people would stop stealing all the knives!
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[PLEASE STOP STEALING KNIVES.]
Wish I had my magic. Then I'd curse them. Take a knife out of the kitchen, and you instantly just shit your pants.
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[the beatings will continue until the chocolate is properly pulverized.]
I wish I had my magic. I feel... disconnected! [she huffs, and slams the pin down again] I never thought I could miss it so much...!