. . . Mm. Well. I think past Harrow was a bit of a bitch, actually. It's so odd. I assumed not knowing would protect me from manipulation, but that didn't work. The furby wanted to tempt us, so it undid everything.
What it did instead was. . . protected me from my own tendencies, I think.
Sheila, do not call me kind. Most of what I've done here, I've done for a few people who mean a lot to me. Not out of any general sort of. . . thoughtfulness.
[Anyway.]
I don't mind. I may get emotional, but it's only - I removed the memories so soon after she died; hours really. There's a backlog. [It just really was like getting slammed by a mach truck of incredibly fresh grief.]
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What it did instead was. . . protected me from my own tendencies, I think.
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"She"...?
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[Joking, a little.]
... Do you want to talk about her?
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Sheila, do not call me kind. Most of what I've done here, I've done for a few people who mean a lot to me. Not out of any general sort of. . . thoughtfulness.
[Anyway.]
I don't mind. I may get emotional, but it's only - I removed the memories so soon after she died; hours really. There's a backlog. [It just really was like getting slammed by a mach truck of incredibly fresh grief.]