I see. I’m sorry.
I … don’t remember anything from that time anymore. Intellectual knowledge, facts, skills, sure. Personal memories … none at all. I see you were with Ghost Festival, and it sounds like we were close. But …
I’m not quite the same person you remember, probably. I’m sorry for that, also, only … maybe not so very much. It’s only relatively recently that I’ve been really comfortable talking about the person I was at that time as my self.
If you want to talk, I don’t mind. It’s not like any of this stuff is really a secret or anything anyway. But, also, it seems like a lot of the people who were closest to me find it painful dealing with me. So if you’d rather not, that’s okay, too.