There's a flicker of something in his eyes and then it's gone. ]
It belongs. All of it. Do you know what a memory weighs? It's proportional. Take away one thing in here, bad or good, and a memory might tip off the balance. It all belongs.
[ He smiles in a way that he hopes is believable. He speaks the truth, but not all of it. Fragments of it. And he wonders what her mind must feel like, the way she talks, the way she sees the world around her. ]
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All the time.
There's a flicker of something in his eyes and then it's gone. ]
It belongs. All of it. Do you know what a memory weighs? It's proportional. Take away one thing in here, bad or good, and a memory might tip off the balance. It all belongs.
[ He smiles in a way that he hopes is believable. He speaks the truth, but not all of it. Fragments of it. And he wonders what her mind must feel like, the way she talks, the way she sees the world around her. ]
All clocks? Maybe we can make better ones.