[color=8493ca][center][h2]Brunhilde[/h2][/center][/color]

Emi seemed a bit distracted by something. Perhaps... Unhappy? It was hard to tell. Some soaked red-haired idiot walked by behind them once, but Brunhilde didn't care at all.

[center][color=fff79a]"Yea you got it right! hehe... You were to eager I suppose. You didn't want anyone to fight in the cantine since it would be a disrespect to the owners. It was very sweet though to do something like that but to be honest. You shouldn't get yourself involved or you might get hurt."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde nodded. Man, her past self was an [i]idiot[/i]. Though she doubted she'd be able to remember or care if she got injured in a fight, so it was more or less irrelevant. The journal was currently the closest thing she had to being able to easily learn from her experiences.

[center][color=fff79a]"Yes, my grandfather is still in the hospital due to memory loss. I guess you have some sort of the same thing as my grandfather don't you? How much do you remember."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde nodded. He had Alzheimer's Disease or dementia, then. Pretty miserable to watch someone fade like that. She held up her left hand so that Emi would be able to read the reminder - 'I have Amnesia.', written in red on top of a white spiral. The spiral's root curled around her hand and disappeared under her sleeve.

[center][color=fff79a]"What is your name... Where are you... Who am I... What did we do today..."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde paused. Emi wasn't reacting quite as well as she'd hoped, but about as well as she could have expected. Perhaps this sort of thing was triggering bad memories for her. The pink-haired girl was holding onto her diary tightly - like she wouldn't let go even if asked. A test of some sort? Brunhilde felt that she would have to take this calmly and slowly - like something was telling her to be reasonable. This sort of situation seemed familiar - like something she had read in a book about someone else a while ago, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

[center][color=8493ca]"...Well, since you asked... I'll give you the long version."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde took a deep breath. This is where the info dump started. She reached up to pat the slightly raised spot on the side of her head, demonstrating her first point, then started speaking very, very seriously.

[center][color=8493ca]"Blunt force trauma to the head - my hippocampus was damaged. I'm pretty happy that I'm not a vegetable, honestly. The result was serious short term memory loss. I'm still able to function (more or less), but I'm still healing from it. I don't know exactly how long it'll take to totally recover, but even when I do, I won't remember anything that happened specifically to [i]me[/i] during the recovery years. I can't remember whether I've met people or not, I don't remember if I've been somewhere before. I can't remember places, but my feet take me where I need to go if I've been there for a while. I can remember faces, but I can't connect them with memories easily, so the best I can do is figure out whether I've met someone before or not and try to work out from there whether they're a friend, an enemy, or something more neutral. I don't know what's going on, where I am, what I've done, or what others' connections to me are. Basically, I can't connect myself to what I know. Usually."[/color][/center]

She paused to let some of it sink in and collect her thoughts. She was rehearsing the entire scenario and the basic idea of what she'd said already over and over and over again in her head, but things were beginning to slip out. She'd have to finish her explanation quickly. She wrote some of the topics she had hit already on a napkin as she went, to try to stretch out her time limit.

[center][color=8493ca]"The reason why I can remember all of this stuff is that I've memorized it as a fact. I don't actually remember what's happened to me since I became this way. What I do remember is because of that book. It's like reading a story about someone else. A very boring story, usually, but a story nonetheless. I have to jog my memory by rereading things, though, otherwise the details don't stay in place."[/color][/center]

Brunhilde looked at the napkin for a while. It was a bit tough to recollect what she'd said and what she hadn't, but she felt that she should finish up on a slightly more positive note. She swiveled in her seat to face away from the table and leaned back against it for a moment as she stared at the ceiling and counted on her fingers.

[center][color=8493ca]"There are... Four or so really good moments that I can remember in the past several years. Very short ones. I can tell you about those later, if you'd like. You'll have to remind me, though."[/color][/center]

She turned around in her seat to face Emi properly, tilted her head a bit, and gave her friend a slight smile. This last bit would be for defusing any sort of crazy ideas Emi might be having at that moment.

[center][color=8493ca]"I trust you with that book. If you'd ever like to read it, just ask. If you'd like to try to modify my memories... Go for it. Just try to keep the damage to a minimum, and don't let anyone else touch it, alright?"[/color][/center]

She was rather tired after her long description, and the initial reason for the conversation had already faded from her mind, save for the napkin notes, which she would transfer to the journal later. She turned to face the table and found some food sitting in front of her, which she correctly assumed was hers.

[center][color=8493ca]"...your food's getting cold."[/color][/center]

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