"For today, yes," he replied evenly, circling the chair slowly. "When one dips into the part of the mind where we hide our secrets from ourselves... and in your case, most of the memories and personalities you've absorbed and have pushed aside... we often cannot remember anything more than vague impressions. Ghosts of feelings that hint at details only half remembered that our minds cling to as important but we can't figure out why."
Sinister passed in front of her, pausing at her elbow and turning to face her. His eyes let off a soft, half-lidded glow and a small smile, disturbing for being kind upon a face that shouldn't have that ability, grew as he gazed down.