[He catches her smile in his peripheral, looking over and grinning a bit shyly back. He has more he wants to say, more he wants to ask about the necessity of it all. Making others forget, it felt like erasing a part of your past, a part of who you were. Looking at Iona, that seems such a... shame.
She puts on a brave face, but if he were to be brutally truthful, he would call it nothing but that. He can't imagine being anything but scared.
But while he's truthful, he's not brutal. It's pared-down, his next question, for the sake of not causing her discomfort dwelling on it.]
You wouldn't have to make all your friends forget, would you?
[That one is a bit of a selfish question, but he indulges himself in it regardless.]
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She puts on a brave face, but if he were to be brutally truthful, he would call it nothing but that. He can't imagine being anything but scared.
But while he's truthful, he's not brutal. It's pared-down, his next question, for the sake of not causing her discomfort dwelling on it.]
You wouldn't have to make all your friends forget, would you?
[That one is a bit of a selfish question, but he indulges himself in it regardless.]