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[He doesn't remember her still, but he believes her when she says she had been there. Axel nods.]
'Course. [Pluto seems absorbed in all this story telling; he's unblinkingly staring at Axel in silence.] And every chance they got they looked for out for each other. No matter what.
One of the friends, though, he couldn't remember a lot of things. His memory was hazy, and because he trusted his friend, he had a feeling that, one day, he might be able to help him figure things out.
But that friend was selfish. He ended up using his friends for plans they never knew. [Pout] He really was heartless. He could help them with most things, but with memories...no.