[There was a reason her uncle was in an asylum. He talked to his dead sister, he had delusions that he could see her sometimes. But this was new. This was new, and big, and terrifying. When Robert said 'This isn't right', he was referring to everything wasn't he? Their lives, the place she lived in, the bed she slept in every night. How? How could it be wrong when she could remember everything?]
[Fight.]
[We're going to cure you.]
[I'm not sick.]
[The memory alone almost physically hurt. Not knowing where it came from did the rest. Her hands start to shake, and suddenly the room feels smaller, and familiar.]
I'm scared. Mr. Lutece... I want to go home. [Why wouldn't they just let her go home? Why was she calling him that?]
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[Fight.]
[We're going to cure you.]
[I'm not sick.]
[The memory alone almost physically hurt. Not knowing where it came from did the rest. Her hands start to shake, and suddenly the room feels smaller, and familiar.]
I'm scared. Mr. Lutece... I want to go home. [Why wouldn't they just let her go home? Why was she calling him that?]