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And although I couldn’t remember anything about her, I knew in my heart that I wanted her. [Flashback.] "But I’m on your team... Team Lucy, remember?" Team Lucy. Oh, Goddess. Please give me my memory back. 'I’m sorry.' Beast took back all the memories, and I just found myself sitting on the floor with my back against the cold walls, facing an empty gym. 'I did try my best while we were in the underworld, but the enchantment of that place was too much for me. I couldn’t even get a grip on reality from time to time. But I did try, buddy. I’m sorry.'

My plants power thunder and fire was been together in his system and he look like Almost dead so I only give him a favor from ended up his torture. “Go bite him let him feel what kind of pain you feel that day!” Warg shout. And all of the pain back to me when I remember the day that He steal and erase my memory. I show up my fang and I slowly bite him. he wince a bit but later on He disappeared into a thin air I take a deep breath It's been a long time since I bite someone So after that I immediately block out I fall into the ground and that was The last thing I remember.

You said it as if you were so familiar with this Jasper, and then you--] Lilith forces herself to not freak out, repeating several times that Lycoris is herself before she tries to lead her wolf’s simple mind, [So, something about Leo reminded you of someone named Jasper, someone you don’t know--] Lilith’s voice grows lower and lower, as an unbelievable idea forms along with her sentence-- [Lycoris, are you getting your memory back?!] The memories Lilith thought were forever lost, the first seven years in her life?! It’s the only explanation! For both the slip of a name and the magic Lycoris pulled in the water! [No, and, no,] Lycoris says calmly, watching Lilith with the despise to a child

Let's have Elsa demonstrate her incredible memory for you, shall we? Mom looked at the version of me that had been turned into a machine expectantly, saying, "Go ahead, Elsa." On the livestream, the robot slowly turned its head toward the dark camera lens. Its lips moved stiffly as it began to recite a string of numbers. Then, it froze, staring straight into the camera. "Memory failure. Data corrupted." The voice that came out sounded like a damaged tape recorder. For a moment, the livestream exploded. "No way, this has to be fake. That can't be a real person!"

The illusion of love had shattered, leaving behind nothing but regret. He walked back to the bed and pulled his two sons into his arms. Milton and Travis burst into loud sobs. Justin immediately called the family doctor. After an examination, it was determined that Travis might never be able to speak normally again. His tongue, mouth, throat, and esophagus had all been severely burned. The recovery alone would be long and agonizing. As for Milton, the hair follicles on his scalp had been destroyed, along with parts of his skin. Even though his injuries were less severe than Travis’, the damage was irreversible.

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”

I couldn't help but feel like I might have forgotten something really important. "Anyways, my plan was to help you regain your memories of combat and all your skills, I can't bring all your memories back, but all you need to remember to fight are your skills, so I've been working on exactly that for a while now... then all you need to do is keep practicing, the rest of your memories will return to you naturally don't worry." "Ah, I see, you seem to have done your research well alright, I didn't exactly take you as the type to study so this is quite unexpected coming from you haha, but thank you really."

"No problems with the systems. Everything's running according to plan. Execution looks fine. All tech is sending properly. Kallida, your power levels are high, but so is your expenditure. Please, watch that for me." "The vortex takes power," Kallida responded, "but I need it to bring the little brat in alive, and we need him alive to recover the memory." "I understand," Blackridge said. "As long as you're aware of it. You don't have much in reserve." "Yes, yes," Kallida said, as if it was more a bother to him than it was a concern. "Also..." he began to go on, but something happened and he cut himself short. "What?" he breathed, and there was a brief cut to the sorcerer's connection. "Alhor,

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

Moss added. Blanche went silent, she felt like she was defeated even before the war started. Moss explained the data of the microchip, it shows how Hent struggle to fight back when the organization was taking her memory, she’s saying Blanche’s name, she’s trying not to forget. But she forget. She’s a robot. “Are you going to tell her how you two fought?” That memory was also deleted, she’s starting anew but the way she recognized Blanche when someone’s trying to harm her proved that robots also had secret memories that can’t be deleted. Like memory that cannot be forgotten.