[She listened before holding her knees. It was a comfortable position.]

But you have your memories. Of who you once were. Everything I am is not me. Skinning my knee when I was five, my first kiss, graduating from med school. None of it happened. And those innate reactions we have, what make us who we are, everything that tells me to do something, I can't abide it.

But I can't be anything else. I don't want to not exist any more. I don't want to be erased. The original personality isn't me either.