I can't say how it is for Raven. Or for Scowl, or for anyone else. But the more I remember the person I was, the more we start to become the same. There are things I want to hold on to, about the person I am here . . . that I have to keep. But while I hold onto those, other things change.
. . . and sometimes, the gap . . . it's too wide. I can't keep both.