[For whatever reason, she's moved from patting the now-warm cloth against his forehead, to gently petting the corner of his hair. She'd grabbed handfuls of this before in the throes of... A memory she'll keep tucked away in her mind forever. She's even smiling at his 'correction'.]
S'still not you. Or not... the you from here an' now. He doesn't have these memories.
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S'still not you. Or not... the you from here an' now. He doesn't have these memories.