Veronica stood up. Vlad stood up.
“Because you’re not supposed to remember at all. And you’re certainly not supposed to make me remember.” Vlad -W006- Veronica 61-68
“Show me.”
The first thing Veronica did, on the morning of her sixty-first reset, was to check her left hand. The small scar between her thumb and index finger—a relic from a childhood fall she no longer truly remembered—was still there. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Some things, at least, survived the wipe. Veronica stood up