Clementine

[antaressnipe]

I have no reference for this game but I laughed anyway.

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[antaressnipe]

[smiling slightly. He was waiting for that question, and even though it could be considered a copout:]

I have no memory so precious to me that I would kill for it.

[that's still his answer]

[stillnot]

Good answer.

[ look, a copout that leans you away from a murderer is a good copout ]

[antaressnipe]

And you, Clementine? Is it the same for you?

[there's no judgement in his voice; just curiosity]

[stillnot]

...

[ she takes a very long moment to give any sort of answer. most of her memories are bad, honestly. wouldn't it be better to lose them? it might be a relief.

but they're hers. they're of people who mattered to her. ]

I'm not sure. There's at least one.

[ which is probably not something she should admit? ]

[antaressnipe]

[mmm, there is a slow, considering nod at that]

It's as you said; memories are what make us who we are. Admitting what you'd want to protect is just an acknowledgement of that.

[so he's still in no position to judge]

Would it helped if you shared your memories with others? Perhaps memorializing them through others would decrease any potential anxieties.

[stillnot]

Feels weird. Like giving someone my life story so they can hold onto it for me in case I forget it.

[ would that really help? she isn't sure. ]

[antaressnipe]

It is up for you to decide, of course, but it is an option more are considering.

Even if you don't feel the same connection to those memories, perhaps just the chance to hear them will bring you solace.

[stillnot]

... I'd like to hear other people's stories.

[ jury's still out on giving her own ]

[antaressnipe]

Depending on who you decide to ask, that might be good enough.