[Now it's Lust turn to look down at her mug, out the window, anywhere but at Heather. Not out of shame or embarrassment, but simply because she often isn't sure how to talk about these things.]
Sometimes there will be...oh, it's different things. I'll see something, or hear a particular phrase or pace of inflection, or there will be a certain scent. Things of that nature. And it brings forth some related scrap or fragment of my first life. There's never any context, rarely a full whole memory, but...
Flashes return. I find it overwhelming, when it happens.
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[Now it's Lust turn to look down at her mug, out the window, anywhere but at Heather. Not out of shame or embarrassment, but simply because she often isn't sure how to talk about these things.]
Sometimes there will be...oh, it's different things. I'll see something, or hear a particular phrase or pace of inflection, or there will be a certain scent. Things of that nature. And it brings forth some related scrap or fragment of my first life. There's never any context, rarely a full whole memory, but...
Flashes return. I find it overwhelming, when it happens.