[She only gives a quiet "hmm" when he says that Chloe wouldn't want to forget her. Max knows that it's true... Objectively, when she sits down and actually thinks about it, she knows Chloe would want to remember her.
So why does she feel guilty about it?]
...I guess it's not my decision either way. Either her memories come back or they won't... Maybe I'll just let Deerington decide what's best.
[That sounds like a terrible idea, and her tone clearly shows it. She sighs again.]
Do you know that Wonderland messed a lot people's memories? I can't actually remember the color of her hair. I mean - I know what it looks like. I know it's the sort of the same color as the sky. I'd recognize it in an instant. I could even copy it with my watercolors... But every time I try to say it or write it down or even read it, it just... doesn't work. It just slips right out of my head. [A pause.] And that's just a word. Sometimes I wonder what else I've forgotten. I wouldn't even know, right? Maybe I'm missing a million little things. Or even big ones.
[She sighs.]
I guess worrying about what Chloe will and won't remember is kind of an exercise in futility. To be honest, I'm more worried about who she'll be after everything. If she'll still be...
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So why does she feel guilty about it?]
...I guess it's not my decision either way. Either her memories come back or they won't... Maybe I'll just let Deerington decide what's best.
[That sounds like a terrible idea, and her tone clearly shows it. She sighs again.]
Do you know that Wonderland messed a lot people's memories? I can't actually remember the color of her hair. I mean - I know what it looks like. I know it's the sort of the same color as the sky. I'd recognize it in an instant. I could even copy it with my watercolors... But every time I try to say it or write it down or even read it, it just... doesn't work. It just slips right out of my head. [A pause.] And that's just a word. Sometimes I wonder what else I've forgotten. I wouldn't even know, right? Maybe I'm missing a million little things. Or even big ones.
[She sighs.]
I guess worrying about what Chloe will and won't remember is kind of an exercise in futility. To be honest, I'm more worried about who she'll be after everything. If she'll still be...
[my Chloe]
...the same.