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[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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[allgotrabies]

"I don't know why. Things are so good here. We're free here." She has bad days herself, but she never loses sight of that fact. "I don't know what to do."

[loveisall]

"I don't know if there is anything to do about it," he tells her. "The only thing I can do is make him forget. And that is the last thing he needs."

[allgotrabies]

She realizes she's holding her breath and takes one, shallow. "You can do that? I didn't know that."

[loveisall]

"It's called glamouring," he tells her. "And it's not a power that I ever employ without consent." He closes his eyes.

[allgotrabies]

"How long does it last?" She shouldn't want this. She won't ask. She just wants to know.

[loveisall]

He sits up and looks down at her in the darkness. "It's permanent," he says. "Unless the memory is asked back. Glamour is used for memory manipulation and for - making someone do something."

[allgotrabies]

Who would she be if she didn't remember her boys? If Palo had never existed, if she didn't remember ever leaving California?

"If we were still on the Barge," she can tell him this because it's Godric. "I would've wanted you to do that. Make me forget."

[loveisall]

"I know," he says softly. "It seems like an easy way out, but it isn't the best way."

[allgotrabies]

"I probably would've asked anyway. But if I went back to being that girl, the human one, here I wouldn't make it." She's fought hard to survive here and however bleak things seem sometimes, she has put the work in and she likes herself for having done so.

[loveisall]

"You are who you are because of what has happened, what you've been through. To erase all of that would change you," he agrees, holding fast to her, glad that she's since changed her mind. "Did I ever tell you what Jedao gave me for Christmas? Before he left?"

[allgotrabies]

"No," she looks up at him. Her tone turns fond. "But since it was Jedao it was probably perfect."

[loveisall]

"It was my memories," he explains. "The ones I had lost. He had the Admiral put them into little rocks that I could break and - I would get the memory. Not all of them, obviously. But - important ones."

[allgotrabies]

"Have you broken them all?"

[loveisall]

"Most of them. I was going through them slowly before - the crash." He doesn't even know if they exist anymore.

[allgotrabies]

"We'll get them back." Somehow. "D'you want to talk about what you remembered?"

[loveisall]

"They weren't terrible. I remember - my mother. I remember fishing with her. And my brother teaching me how," he explains. "I remember how it smelled and felt the first time I caught a fish."

[allgotrabies]

"I can kinda picture you," she grins. A tiny Godric with a fish on the line, his brother probably nearby and proud.

[loveisall]

Godric laughs, trying to imagine what she pictures. "I had wild hair," he tells her. "I remember looking at my reflection in the water. It grew too long and my brother was always braiding it for me so it wouldn't get snagged on the brambles and bushes."

[allgotrabies]

"You could grow it out again," she breathes, stroking his short, soft hair as it is now. "I could show you all the cool braids I can't do to myself."

[loveisall]

Godric's hair was cut in prison to keep the knots and tangles out, but he is quite pleased to have the chance now to grow it.

"Mm, it will grow in waves and curls," he tells her. "So any braid would be appreciated. Otherwise, it will simply mat and I will look like the feral animal I was for so many years."