[For one thing, Aleksander's memories aren't like words on a piece of paper that can simply and easily be erased, or adjusted. It can be done, but not without lasting consequences. He'd be missing a big chunk of his life. He'd be missing Katerina.
Although Victor still enjoys reading the language of love and emotion in poetic form, he's had a stone in his throat the last two years; it's been harder and harder to find the words to talk about these things with real people. But looking at the older girl, he feels like she'd miss Alek, too, and the idea just feels sad and foreboding. These are supposed to be the best years of their lives, not time spent preparing for the worst.
He looks down at the edge of the desk, then back up, taking a moment to gather his courage and his thoughts.]
I don't know... I don't think that's a good idea, Katherine.
[Two cents from someone who already knows what losing your loved ones is like.]
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I'm not sure those two are quite the same thing.
[For one thing, Aleksander's memories aren't like words on a piece of paper that can simply and easily be erased, or adjusted. It can be done, but not without lasting consequences. He'd be missing a big chunk of his life. He'd be missing Katerina.
Although Victor still enjoys reading the language of love and emotion in poetic form, he's had a stone in his throat the last two years; it's been harder and harder to find the words to talk about these things with real people. But looking at the older girl, he feels like she'd miss Alek, too, and the idea just feels sad and foreboding. These are supposed to be the best years of their lives, not time spent preparing for the worst.
He looks down at the edge of the desk, then back up, taking a moment to gather his courage and his thoughts.]
I don't know... I don't think that's a good idea, Katherine.
[Two cents from someone who already knows what losing your loved ones is like.]