(had he known her memories, or lack thereof, were also a source of pain, he would have connected even more with the woman in front of him. his memory is wiped, perhaps even forged - his parents, his ability to taste food, his own history, all in an earring traveling the realms. it's a lonely existence, the one he doesn't even share with his other self, syaoran... not that he resents it, he was happy to simply exist in the company of his friends...
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(had he known her memories, or lack thereof, were also a source of pain, he would have connected even more with the woman in front of him. his memory is wiped, perhaps even forged - his parents, his ability to taste food, his own history, all in an earring traveling the realms. it's a lonely existence, the one he doesn't even share with his other self, syaoran... not that he resents it, he was happy to simply exist in the company of his friends...
even if they no longer breathe.)
I'm here every day. You should come see me.