Just ignoring it feels - it feels like running, and disrespecting anyone who mattered in those memories.
[ not the people who sought to harm them, either of them, but anyone they'd ever had any affection for. people that were lost. battles fought, won, lost. ] And it feels like lying. "Don't worry, I don't even know who that person was, I've got a whole new lease on life, I'll just stop doing those things that you'd rather not hear about anymore."
[ frustrating, if his clipped sigh is anything to go off. and then, not for the first time (far from it), she speaks to a thought that had occurred to him, too. ]
... It does sound like it sometimes, doesn't it? I've thought more than once that I was better before I knew anything about myself. Weaker, scared. Less complicated, and easier to handle. And ... maybe, if I could erase all my memories again, people would be happy to finally be rid of all that ugliness and go back to trying to protect and pamper me. For that to work, I would have to remove that drive to want to get 'me' back, and that uneasiness at being pampered, so more than memories, it'd have to be a complete destruction of core personality traits...
...
I think about this a lot.
...
But I like you. [ sometimes things are complicated. this part is not. ]
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Just ignoring it feels - it feels like running, and disrespecting anyone who mattered in those memories.
[ not the people who sought to harm them, either of them, but anyone they'd ever had any affection for. people that were lost. battles fought, won, lost. ] And it feels like lying. "Don't worry, I don't even know who that person was, I've got a whole new lease on life, I'll just stop doing those things that you'd rather not hear about anymore."
[ frustrating, if his clipped sigh is anything to go off. and then, not for the first time (far from it), she speaks to a thought that had occurred to him, too. ]
... It does sound like it sometimes, doesn't it? I've thought more than once that I was better before I knew anything about myself. Weaker, scared. Less complicated, and easier to handle. And ... maybe, if I could erase all my memories again, people would be happy to finally be rid of all that ugliness and go back to trying to protect and pamper me. For that to work, I would have to remove that drive to want to get 'me' back, and that uneasiness at being pampered, so more than memories, it'd have to be a complete destruction of core personality traits...
...
I think about this a lot.
...
But I like you. [ sometimes things are complicated. this part is not. ]