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Eames (legerdemainist) wrote in makebelievelog,

Eames said nothing in reply to any of her comments, he simply gestured for her to pick a walkway and then followed her as she started walking. They passed a pretzel stand soon enough, so he lifted a couple and handed one to Ariadne. He had his half-eaten before he started talking.

"You remember when you were poking through Cobb's brain and forcing him to tell you things?" he asked, even as the TVs in a nearby shop flickered to life and started playing the relevant scenes from their film. "He had that lift shaft with all the memory rooms coming off of it, things he felt that he needed to change? This is something similar, only... I'm not in a hurry to change anything. This is the construct where I store all my memories. They tend to be sorted by person, which is handy for if I need a Forgery at quick notice." He gestured to a few shops as they walked past, some more full of things than others, all of them belonging to different castle residents, and all the while, the projections flowed round them without any hassle.

"We're in my mind. In my memories," he told her, coming over to stand in front of her, "and only one other person has been this deep before. No guesses as to who I'm talking about, since you won't need them. My studio, that's, it's private, yes, but it's nothing compared to here." He ate another mouthful of his pretzel, and then started picking salt crystals off of the thing as he continued to talk. "Please, remember this the next time you think you don't matter to me. My projections, which are extremely lethal, thank you very much, are fine with you walking uninvited through the place where I keep my memories. You matter very much to me, sweetheart. Just because I don't always say it, doesn't mean it isn't true."