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[needsheadphones]

[ Rebecca hasn't been heard from since the end of the Ten Years Later event, and with good reason. In the beginning, she had chosen to do something that a few others had done: close herself off. The emotions and the memories were too much, the phantom weight of a ring on her left hand haunting her. Soon after, however, she had fallen asleep,

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[gumshoewizard]

[When Rebecca's voice comes on over the PORTAL, Harry knows its time to face the music. Trying to smooth his face into something not hideously awkward and sad. He might be succeeding. Maybe.]

Hey...I guess we need to talk.

[gumshoewizard]

[You might have to introduce this to him.

As it stands, though, he rubs his temples in exasperation. Stable Time Loops - there was a reason that time travel was against the Laws of Magic.]

I don't believe that. What we remember is just a story. We didn't actually make those decisions, we were made to believe we did. And they were close enough to what we might've actually done in those situations to make it all the more convincing. [He sounds angry at himself, more than anything. It was such a seductive, poisonous offer. The most powerful temptation there was. More that money, power, wealth, women - happiness. So powerful he hadn't once stopped to examine what was going on. He should've known better.]

Dunno. S'why I hate these damn things. Face to face, you can get a feel for the energy a person's putting off, easier to tell if they're lying. He was almost too damn helpful, you know?

[needsheadphones]

...How much do you remember? Clearly, anyway.

[ Because she remembers ten years she didn't really have, remembers telling him that she's an assassin, and she can't believe that he would say that if he knew. ]

Yeah. Then again... Well, it's already out there. Maybe he thought there was more to gain by being helpful.

[gumshoewizard]

[Harry rubs at his forehead.]

I remember the week. But anything else is fuzzy, gone, like it was a dream. Ha, that might be the worst joke I've ever made.

Hnn, he needs to practice at being helpful.

[needsheadphones]

[ Just the week.

He doesn't remember. He knows nothing about the Animus, about her being an assassin -- others might, but Harry doesn't.

Rebecca has to try very, very hard not to breathe a sigh of relief. ]

Yeah, well, seems like everyone in this place is either brainwashed or one of us.

[gumshoewizard]

Yeah.

[Tapping his bottle on the table, he looks down and looks back up at her.]

Something's been bothering me, though.

[needsheadphones]

[ Oh god, she didn't just jinx herself, did she? ]

Yeah?

[gumshoewizard]

The mirrors. They keep feeding us this crap about belonging here and how everything we know is real was just a dream, right? But that still doesn't explain the mirrors.

[needsheadphones]

No, it doesn't.

If they want us to believe that... why would they provide a way for us to look home?

[gumshoewizard]

Exactly. So it stands to reason they didnt put them there. And more importantly, it means its a weakness. Their power isnt absolute.

[needsheadphones]

They fogged up, though. I know you don't remember everything, but I checked on mine during those ten years -- even though mine had been frozen, I could see stuff in it, usually. It was hard to see, though, like someone had put a veil over it.

[gumshoewizard]

Maybe they react to the strength of our memories. Keep in mind, those were memories that I suspect were planted in our head, then used our own minds to tailor and shape them to our personalities and expectations.

Be honest, Rebecca, did things turn out in those ten years how you anticipated them to?

[needsheadphones]

I guess I've never thought about what it would be like to live here for ten years. But from what I can remember...

Yes and no? I don't think I would have waited for you to... uh. Ask.

[gumshoewizard]

[And Harry doesn't apply so much of mental brakes as much as he shifts his brain into a lower gear.]

...You wouldn't?

[needsheadphones]

If it was going to take you ten years? I would have asked first.

[gumshoewizard]

[And...wow. He might be blushing.]

I wouldn't accept. Cause that's not how its supposed to go.