[it's less these specific things she was seeing and more what they represent - a period of her life that is basically unknown to her, where anything could have happened, even things she doesn't want to know about herself or things she wouldn't want yves to know.
but she nods, and will accept the hug.]
...I don't know who he was, but. They captured him, not killed him.
[only the next time she met him, she didn't know him anymore.]
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but she nods, and will accept the hug.]
...I don't know who he was, but. They captured him, not killed him.
[only the next time she met him, she didn't know him anymore.]