[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.]
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.
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.]
[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.
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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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[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.
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Um... that's nice, isn't it?
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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.
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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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But he can't help Elsa.]
. . . I'm sorry. I'm not sure I can help you remember.
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...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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Thank you, Shigeo.
[...]
How are you taking it? These memories.
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[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.
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I'm sorry to hear that. That sounds terrible. I hope you don't have to see it again.
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[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.
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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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[ . . . ]
Have you gotten any memories back yet, Elsa-san? I've gotten one.
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[she sighs.]
...What was yours?
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I got back my memories of my friend Dimple. So maybe you'll remember your sister again soon.
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I really hope so.