[Private; Hackable]
It wasn't real. The past few weeks ... it was all just a dream. All those memories I had of the last fifteen years ... were fake. And so was my daughter.
It's stupid. I shouldn't be feeling this way. For God's sake, I'm mourning the "death" of someone who never even existed! But it hurts. It hurts so much. I almost wish David hadn't come to rescue me.
Why? Why do I still retain these false memories? Why couldn't I just forget everything, like a dream upon waking? I didn't remember anything from when Canaletto possessed me, and for that, I'm thankful.
Still ... I miss her. My darling daughter ...
It's stupid. I shouldn't be feeling this way. For God's sake, I'm mourning the "death" of someone who never even existed! But it hurts. It hurts so much. I almost wish David hadn't come to rescue me.
Why? Why do I still retain these false memories? Why couldn't I just forget everything, like a dream upon waking? I didn't remember anything from when Canaletto possessed me, and for that, I'm thankful.
Still ... I miss her. My darling daughter ...