(He makes her so sad sometimes. Forgetting is not something she's keen on, he hangs on to things like her memory is infused in them, too. Music, objects, things she's made to represent people in her life and their losses.
It is horrifying to imagine a world where she could look at something and not pull a memory from it. Why is everything about him so...
Undeserving?
She could argue that she'd love that, much like his five-year break, but probably... She wouldn't.)
... I'm sorry.
(What else can she say? She even loses all the bravado and growling she has in her with this new piece of information.)
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(He makes her so sad sometimes. Forgetting is not something she's keen on, he hangs on to things like her memory is infused in them, too. Music, objects, things she's made to represent people in her life and their losses.
It is horrifying to imagine a world where she could look at something and not pull a memory from it. Why is everything about him so...
Undeserving?
She could argue that she'd love that, much like his five-year break, but probably... She wouldn't.)
... I'm sorry.
(What else can she say? She even loses all the bravado and growling she has in her with this new piece of information.)
Can you just... Remind them? A do-over.