They'd been surprised that he couldn't remember her, Jay and Emcee. But he doesn't remember her. There isn't even an outline, a hole where the memory of her ought to be.
His mind is the ocean. Depths and sunlight and no empty spaces for anything that once was.
"I remember a ship," he says slowly. "A sail. Striped in red and white."
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They'd been surprised that he couldn't remember her, Jay and Emcee. But he doesn't remember her.
There isn't even an outline, a hole where the memory of her ought to be.
His mind is the ocean. Depths and sunlight and no empty spaces for anything that once was.
"I remember a ship," he says slowly. "A sail. Striped in red and white."
But no battles. No carnage. No blood.