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—early memories, erased memories—
For Mikoto, there existed no reason to think of erased memories she didn’t know once existed. That she’d lost something important, found herself separated from that something important, never once crossed her mind. At the end of the day, that thing she lost didn’t exist, ever, thus there existed no need to weep for something she’d ended up losing.
—the something important lost—
If—
If the early memories that were erased were known—
Misuzu might be an even worse mother, actually knowing what she unknowingly grieved for, ached for, while Tabigake would be on the war path for that forgotten something. Yet, none of the Misaka family knew what they’d lost, what memories were taken away.
Yet, there were shreds of those memories still existing in her head, of a torn frog toy, without remembering how it came to be torn, to the visit to the hospital where a doctor told her donating her DNA would result in curing a disease that, no matter how much the child fighting just to walk, would result in fatality.
—digging deeper—
If she could dig deeper, she’d remember the face of the individual who gave her the first Gekota—
And she’d know the reason behind her Gekota obsession, that it tied back to that individual who excitedly gave his imouto the toy, a toy that tore when their powers—
Or she’d remember visiting that person, of visiting them at the hospital in question, asking when he would come home, only to be drawn away by the research, why—
—why, as young as she was, there existed an expectation of her becoming another Level 5 just like them—
—them, whom she’d now come to despise.
She’d also know there existed another reason for Radio Noise Project calling Mikoto’s clones the Sisters, that there existed a cruel twist, that played on the erased memories of them, who’d at one point gone looking for her, lonely as they were, or anybody in general, having—
—no—
—early memories, erased memories—
Mikoto couldn’t know she’s been separated from something important, someone important, that she would later come to loathe that person for what they’d done to the Sisters, to her clones, because in her mind, she’d not met them before, didn’t know just as they didn’t that they’d been separated at a very young age.
Because they existed as a danger to her, to Misuzu, to Tabigake, to themselves.
If Mikoto knew the truth—
Within the lost, erased memories existed a truth that would turn everything upside down once again.