[ they lean into the cradle of his hands, despite the protest from their body. but it’s emil and they will never not react to his love. ]

If you feel that way, I don’t mind being this Hani for you. [ they don’t understand why he would. he says they’ve forgotten, and they trust him, so maybe that’s true, but didn’t he also lose something, too? whose memories are correct here? ]

I remember those words… but I don’t remember why it would be my… name… and not yours. Memories of Emil are warm and sad, wonderful and -

[ they stop. not strange. strange is them. oh. ]