Yes. It is. And I… I don’t know how much sense this might make but part of me never wants to forget. Because I know he could make me, if he wanted to. He could erase memories or reset me completely.

That and… forgetting feels almost like agreeing with him that things that happened didn’t matter. But they did.

( Less keyed up on cotton candy, she smiles out of embarrassment. )

I’m sorry. I don’t know why you end up on the receiving end of all this.