[The memory smacks into them with the full force of the rain. This one's a lot easier to shake off - Siffrin knows right away the memory is someone else's. It can't be, the feeling is all wrong, because -]
This isn't mine, it's gone! [It comes out as a loud hiss, the Shinx's back arching.]
[(It's gone, it's all gone! They will never remember! If it were their childhood, they'd be standing here right now, lost, with no idea about what they'd just been talking about!)]
[But oddly enough, that makes it easier to hold on to the details, for at least a little bit longer.]
[Appropriately enough, what Flowey gets in exchange isn't a memory: it's the absence of one. Something big and important to him, that he'll immediately trip over the gap of - it'll just be gone temporarily, however hard he grasps for it. But he'll know there should be something there.]
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This isn't mine, it's gone! [It comes out as a loud hiss, the Shinx's back arching.]
[(It's gone, it's all gone! They will never remember! If it were their childhood, they'd be standing here right now, lost, with no idea about what they'd just been talking about!)]
[But oddly enough, that makes it easier to hold on to the details, for at least a little bit longer.]
[Appropriately enough, what Flowey gets in exchange isn't a memory: it's the absence of one. Something big and important to him, that he'll immediately trip over the gap of - it'll just be gone temporarily, however hard he grasps for it. But he'll know there should be something there.]