i guess we were i don't remember a lot from back then
[Maybe he should feel...upset, about that. That the best years of his life are in scraps and threads, mnemonic flashes burning like cigarettes. It is the nature of an injury like that to have no insight into itself. You can't hurt over something you can't even perceive. You can't miss something you don't remember having. And he can look at it, but it doesn't feel like you.]
[Maybe you can mourn the ability to care about that kind of thing, if anything. That's the only loss that you've really weathered that feels like it counts, because it's one you can at least trace.]
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i don't remember a lot from back then
[Maybe he should feel...upset, about that. That the best years of his life are in scraps and threads, mnemonic flashes burning like cigarettes. It is the nature of an injury like that to have no insight into itself. You can't hurt over something you can't even perceive. You can't miss something you don't remember having. And he can look at it, but it doesn't feel like you.]
[Maybe you can mourn the ability to care about that kind of thing, if anything. That's the only loss that you've really weathered that feels like it counts, because it's one you can at least trace.]
look where that got him huh