elsa catchall

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Well. . . tell me if you can hear any of these things.

[He'll try saying a few more general things - hopefully general enough that they wouldn't get staticked out.]

She has a nice smile. It seems like she's the type who gets in trouble sometimes. You and she fight a little bit, which is good, right? She cares about you a lot, though.

[showyourself]

[elsa looks at him, and blinks. with each statement mob makes, it's like listening to a radio underwater. clear, but simultaneously garbled in a way she can't quite put a finger on.

nothing he says makes any sense.]

I... don't know.

[it's impossible to explain the sense of confusion she feels.]

Does she?

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Ahh. Mm. Let's. . . let's talk about something else.

[Okay, he'll try a different tactic.]

Um. . . I know a girl at school named Anna. She has a nice smile. It seems like she's the type who gets in trouble sometimes. She has a sister, and they fight sometimes, but Anna and her sister really love each other.

[showyourself]

[she looks at mob, clearly struggling to figure out why he's telling her about his schoolfriend.]

Um... that's nice, isn't it?

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Isn't it? It's nice to have a sibling like that. . .

Maybe you could imagine, even if you can't remember her, that your sister is a little like my friend. That way you have somebody to think about.

[showyourself]

[something isn't fully connecting.

it's... not not connecting. but it's almost like what should be bridging the thoughts is a bit short of its mark. a hand, repeatedly trying to hold on to an eel, alive and wriggling away.

elsa blinks again, and puts a hand to her head. part of the sentences mob said were quiet, part loud. fading in and out, like a radio.]

Um.

Okay. I can try. My sister...

[...?

try what?]

My sister...?

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[Oh no. It's not working, either. He tried this, in part, on Hikaru, but it was a little easier - they were just talking about friends. So he could make up some friends he had who were like her friends, and promise to introduce them, and feel a little better.

But he can't help Elsa.]

. . . I'm sorry. I'm not sure I can help you remember.

[showyourself]

[she cants her head at him—and a small smile tugging at her face. ah.]

...It's okay. You don't have to.

Thank you for trying. It's very kind of you to, and I appreciate it.

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If it helps. . . I'll remember what she's like. And if I see you do anything it seems like she would be angry with you for, I'll tell you.

[showyourself]

[she looks briefly thoughtful at that, but says nothing more, except,]

Thank you, Shigeo.

[...]

How are you taking it? These memories.

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The bubbles?

[He looks down a little.]

It's been. . . hard. I've had to remember something a few times now that I don't like thinking about.

[showyourself]

[...]

I'm sorry to hear that. That sounds terrible. I hope you don't have to see it again.

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I hope so, too.

[He'll reach to take her hand, if it's okay.]

It must be hard, too, seeing them and being reminded you can't remember her.

[showyourself]

[she'll let him take it, and sighs.]

It's... it is what it is, I suppose.

[she's been crying all morning, but that's her reply. sure.]

I can't do anything about it. So I guess I just... get used to it.

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Mm.

[ . . . ]

Have you gotten any memories back yet, Elsa-san? I've gotten one.

[showyourself]

Yes. Just one. But it's... just a song. It doesn't mean anything to me.

[she sighs.]

...What was yours?

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[Nod. Nod.]

I got back my memories of my friend Dimple. So maybe you'll remember your sister again soon.

[showyourself]

I hope so, Shigeo.

I really hope so.