† ELEVEN [voice]

[upstairsbrain]

D'you ever wonder about... memories? [ He sounds tired, likely purposefully vague. Distant. ] When we go home, we don't remember being here at all. But, are the memories gone, or are they locked away? Sort of... latent, itching to be remembered?

[ Itching. And the memories of being without his soul are still barred, but he's been having little flashes of... something. They're painful, and have been getting worse as they become more frequent.

Then, in a mutter: ] Maybe we shouldn't know. Could be dangerous.

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[upstairsbrain]

Still, though, maybe the Core holds the memories until you're pulled back. Like, they're stuck here, kept away until you return.

Sorry for the late reply! Moving and stuff.

[inthejunk]

I think it's supposed to. But sometimes they make it through.

it's all good!

[upstairsbrain]

What, at home? [ Pinged. ] Did that happen to you?

[inthejunk]

Yeah. Well...sort of. I didn't remember exactly, but I used to dream about a girl. And then when I came back, I remembered. And there she was.

[upstairsbrain]

But she's not a girl from where you're from?

[inthejunk]

No, she's from here. When I was there it seemed like she was only a dream.

[upstairsbrain]

But you were still dreaming about her.

[inthejunk]

Yeah. All the time.