Fred frowns, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that his words have created.
"Our memories." she repeats, a faint light dawning in her mind as she speaks.
"Something's been lost, hasn't it? I know that. I think I've always known that. Connor. That name... sometimes I almost know what it means, and then it's gone again and I don't try too hard to find it because I feel like there's something there I don't want to know."
She shakes her head, shakes aside the ghosts of half-remembered thoughts.
"No, I do want to know. There's been too much not-knowing. Too many people trying to keep me from what they think I can't handle. I'm done with that."
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Date: 2006-06-25 03:02 am (UTC)Fred frowns, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that his words have created.
"Our memories." she repeats, a faint light dawning in her mind as she speaks.
"Something's been lost, hasn't it? I know that. I think I've always known that. Connor. That name... sometimes I almost know what it means, and then it's gone again and I don't try too hard to find it because I feel like there's something there I don't want to know."
She shakes her head, shakes aside the ghosts of half-remembered thoughts.
"No, I do want to know. There's been too much not-knowing. Too many people trying to keep me from what they think I can't handle. I'm done with that."