"These aren't just- things," Erato said, not trying to wipe the tears away. She needed him to understand why this meant so much. "These are my- my lives. My loves. The people I've inspired. She took my memories from me and you've given them back." No, they weren't all returned, but now she held out a little hope that perhaps one day she'd find more, perhaps all of them. The tears she fell, but her sobs subsided and she smiled through them, like a sunburst behind a raincloud.
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