[ This isn't the first time she's been shown a memory. Her own sister managed to dredge up memories classified and locked away in her heart, but this time, it's different.
It's him. It's 100% him. She almost winces, seeing his face again, albeit blocked by his hair as usual (as she prefers it). The way he leans over and peers at the viewer is enough to make her let out a mental gasp. The tightness in her chest is real, and although she's come to terms with his passing a while ago, having him shown to her as a memory still stings, like he's so close she could almost touch him, if her hands would just reach far enough, just tried hard enough―
In the end, all she can manage is one shaky word. ]
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It's him. It's 100% him. She almost winces, seeing his face again, albeit blocked by his hair as usual (as she prefers it). The way he leans over and peers at the viewer is enough to make her let out a mental gasp. The tightness in her chest is real, and although she's come to terms with his passing a while ago, having him shown to her as a memory still stings, like he's so close she could almost touch him, if her hands would just reach far enough, just tried hard enough―
In the end, all she can manage is one shaky word. ]
...How?