don't know if you love me or you want me dead;

[Agetta]

At the very least, Agetta does not seem to be making matters any worse - and that is certainly something that soothes her worries a little bit. At least the worries that concern herself, how she has been affecting him. It would be horrible to cause pain where she only wished to alleviate it. Even with this stranger who seems to think she is someone else, even if he cannot remember who that might be.

If there was anything left in her to soften, it would at his question. That sadness continues to linger, as Agetta learns that she has a heart that so easily aches for others.

She cannot recall it happening for anyone else, but surely it must have. It happens too easily now for it to be anything other than habit.

“Yes.” She answers without hesitation. She’d say it even if it weren’t true, there was no way she could have given him another answer. Not with the desperation that lines his question. If she had to find a way to convince Beyza to help she would, but she does not think she’ll have to. Surely Beyza would help simply because Agetta asked it, and because it must be the right thing to do? Everyone had the right to remember who they were.

So she does believe that it is true, what she tells him, and she offers an encouraging smile as she tells him honestly “She’s like me that way.”

Agetta

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