... I am getting very tired of these places digging this memory up.

[ why the hell does she bother keeping a lid on things when memshares drag everything up anyway.

... ]

That was 40. My sister. We promised we'd go together to see the ocean, one day. The one I actually did kill, and not in the form of a half-baked illusion meant to make us falter.

I'm sure you have plenty of questions.