No, that was a real thing that happened. I think it is actually memories, rather than anything else that it picks up on. You don't get to choose which ones it displays either.
[ it seemed like it was something she'd forgotten? maybe she never got it back. but... how would she have known she'd lost it in that memory, if she hadn't remembered?
she presses a hand against her forehead, like she's warding off a headache. ]
It's okay, Miss Alex. [a gentle touch to her other arm] I'm sure it'll come back when everything else does.
If it's your memory, then you share it with someone else and that makes it real and keeps it alive. When you forget who you are, the people you care about can help you remember.
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No, that was a real thing that happened. I think it is actually memories, rather than anything else that it picks up on. You don't get to choose which ones it displays either.
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Who was that with you in the picture of you as a kid? Do you remember?
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I. I don't, actually.
[ it seemed like it was something she'd forgotten? maybe she never got it back. but... how would she have known she'd lost it in that memory, if she hadn't remembered?
she presses a hand against her forehead, like she's warding off a headache. ]
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If it's your memory, then you share it with someone else and that makes it real and keeps it alive. When you forget who you are, the people you care about can help you remember.