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She remembers fragments, memories triggered randomly by the oddest things. She still doesn't know what her favourite drink or food is, though she is fluent in a dozen or so languages that roll off her tongue without conscious effort.
She can't be sure if the memories are real. Oscar says they are, but his focus is the mission. She thinks he would say anything to keep her on mission, following a quest she supposedly chose and planned.
She wonders if she will ever know the truth, finally become the owner of her own past, be the author of her future.