[ His resistance is felt, but Alex keeps at it until she feels him relax into it. Worrick had been somewhat similar, but he was an odd case and a half.
When he starts to slip away, her hold loosens, but doesn’t quite leave him yet. His offer…sits uncomfortably, her grip loosening even more. ]
I’m…not sure.
[ Memories that might not be hers, a version of her she may not recognize. Of course a part of her was curious, always is, but something about how it was brought up had been bothering her. ]
[His head lowers, eyes turning away. As Alex's grip loosens it would be easy to pull completely back, but the question makes him pause, stiffening.]
... No. I didn't mean that.
[It is difficult to separate the Alex of this dimension from the other - both are kind, considerate, sometimes stubborn. Both have brought him comfort and company. And if he was missing his memory from another time, he would want it back; it would be his to take back. So he'd thought the same.]
It is your decision. If you want to know I can give them to you, but I don't consider you as different. You are simply Alex to me across all dimensions.
[ She takes another moment, standing with him alone in the back room in silence. It was scary, she finally admitted, not knowing what to expect in his memories. Would she see a side of herself that she would hate? That she would love, but not be able to obtain again?
Yet Itachi’s words loosen the grip of fear clutching at her chest, gently prying them off with simple words of comfort as soft as his hair brushing against her neck. What would it be like, she started to wonder, to see herself through his eyes, so often unreadable and unfazed. ]
Alright.
[ Her soft tone seems louder in the quiet room. ]
I…I want to know…what memories you have of me.
[ It might be a gift only Itachi could grant, even if it didn’t include the memories of the past from her world. ]
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When he starts to slip away, her hold loosens, but doesn’t quite leave him yet. His offer…sits uncomfortably, her grip loosening even more. ]
I’m…not sure.
[ Memories that might not be hers, a version of her she may not recognize. Of course a part of her was curious, always is, but something about how it was brought up had been bothering her. ]
Do you…want me to be more like the Alex you know?
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... No. I didn't mean that.
[It is difficult to separate the Alex of this dimension from the other - both are kind, considerate, sometimes stubborn. Both have brought him comfort and company. And if he was missing his memory from another time, he would want it back; it would be his to take back. So he'd thought the same.]
It is your decision. If you want to know I can give them to you, but I don't consider you as different. You are simply Alex to me across all dimensions.
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Yet Itachi’s words loosen the grip of fear clutching at her chest, gently prying them off with simple words of comfort as soft as his hair brushing against her neck. What would it be like, she started to wonder, to see herself through his eyes, so often unreadable and unfazed. ]
Alright.
[ Her soft tone seems louder in the quiet room. ]
I…I want to know…what memories you have of me.
[ It might be a gift only Itachi could grant, even if it didn’t include the memories of the past from her world. ]