[Penelope, for her part, blinks and leans back in her seat with a shudder, the memory flashing through her. That's not a comfortable thing for her, not in the slightest. It ties into several other memories, filling in a few gaps. The other her knows the other him. And she's not alone in that, apparently.]
They...do. It's always clearer with people your other self knew.
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They...do. It's always clearer with people your other self knew.
[Differentiating that, from the start.]
What did you see?