But how does anyone know their memories are real? Didn't they think the same thing as Christina does now not so long ago? And wouldn't they have fought for them just the same as Christina is?
She's not so sure how well this strategy will work -- beyond to make Christina more upset. Ran's eyes dart to Shinichi and away again, the small tightness at the corners of her mouth betraying her hesitation for this plan -- though they'll both see in a moment.
In the meantime, though, Christina has advanced . . . and Ran no longer has anywhere to move, back against Shinichi. Her teeth knife briefly into her cheek. That expression . . . she can't help a twinge of pity for the woman, in spite of what her own memories hold.
It can't be helped. This has to be done.
"We don't know each other," she repeats, trying to force steadiness into her voice. "I know it feels like we do . . . I know that's what you remember. This place . . . it twists our memories and our minds, making us think things that aren't true. We've seen each other before. But only once."
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She's not so sure how well this strategy will work -- beyond to make Christina more upset. Ran's eyes dart to Shinichi and away again, the small tightness at the corners of her mouth betraying her hesitation for this plan -- though they'll both see in a moment.
In the meantime, though, Christina has advanced . . . and Ran no longer has anywhere to move, back against Shinichi. Her teeth knife briefly into her cheek. That expression . . . she can't help a twinge of pity for the woman, in spite of what her own memories hold.
It can't be helped. This has to be done.
"We don't know each other," she repeats, trying to force steadiness into her voice. "I know it feels like we do . . . I know that's what you remember. This place . . . it twists our memories and our minds, making us think things that aren't true. We've seen each other before. But only once."