[Yet again, she whirls away, moving in tight circles, fingers worrying agitatedly at the ends of her hair.]
Real loss rips through you. It destroys you. It leaves nothing behind. The Aerie--
[She stops for a breath, but only briefly.]
The me you remember from the Aerie, the me I never really was. The me from the pictures on the refrigerator.
[The photographs of herself that she'd had in her apartment, smiling unabashedly and surrounded by friends. Callisto - this Callisto, the one who never lost her real memories - had stood in front of them for minutes at a time, staring, wondering how they could even be possible.]
She was the way she was because she never lost what I did.
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[Yet again, she whirls away, moving in tight circles, fingers worrying agitatedly at the ends of her hair.]
Real loss rips through you. It destroys you. It leaves nothing behind. The Aerie--
[She stops for a breath, but only briefly.]
The me you remember from the Aerie, the me I never really was. The me from the pictures on the refrigerator.
[The photographs of herself that she'd had in her apartment, smiling unabashedly and surrounded by friends. Callisto - this Callisto, the one who never lost her real memories - had stood in front of them for minutes at a time, staring, wondering how they could even be possible.]
She was the way she was because she never lost what I did.