[ . . . ] There's not much that can be done in this place, regardless. Even if big brother was to appear.
[She can't promise him anything about home, when, if she does return, the chances of her remembering are slim to none. In the end, how else will she be able to stop him?
Pulling back, she stares blankly at his chest. Can things really be so simple, like that? Moving back in after everything...?]
I can't promise that I wont make stupid mistakes again. Over and over... I never learn until everything hits me in the face.
[But she has no intention of trying to steal his memories once more. She never wanted to from the beginning.]