Memory is a fickle thing

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Who: Roxas and Namine
When: Backdated to Sunday, March 25
Where: The Apartment That Never Was
Summary: Roxas has finally figured out some memories aren't right and headed to the expert.

[Roxas didn't want to do this—he'd rather go on pretending nothing was out of the ordinary. He'd done pretty well at that all week, up to the end of their very nice birthday party.

But it was a big deal, and it wasn't his imagination. Something was wrong with his memories. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know what had caused it.

Once he was sure that Joe and Xion were elsewhere, he knocked on the girls' bedroom door.]

Namine? Are you busy?

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[rewritethesky]

[It still makes her smile though. She appreciates his sentiments, and the good humour.

This one definitely takes longer. At least half an hour goes by. The memories that are missing are so ingrained in him, and finding the holes and replacing the right links isn't easy.

She sighs ten minutes later, blinking her eyes. She hadn't kept track of time, but she's got about a handful of months of memories left to go through.

She had forgotten how exhausting this was.]

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[It takes a while for Roxas to become alert again when Namine makes a sighing sound. He'd thought he wouldn't sleep, but sitting here while she pieced together tiny pieces of tampered memories felt like a dream on its own.

He wonders, very briefly, if this is what it felt like for Sora when he went to sleep. But before he can swell on that, he lifts his head and tries to shake some of the cobwebs free.]

I think it worked.

[rewritethesky]

[She was rubbing her eyes before he spoke, and smiles at him. But no no, Roxas. She shakes he head.]

Sorry. I'm not entirely done. There's just a little bit left.

I'm sorry it's taking so long.

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It's okay. I just want to be myself again.

Can you...is there a way to know who did this?

[rewritethesky]

I... I dunno. [The thought occurred to her, but so far she hasn't seen anyone out of the ordinary in his memories to pinpoint a culprit.]

...I'm not sure if I can. Things are different here, and their abilities might work differently than mine.