[Sadly, she knew he was right. She would eventually forget as she got older. Already her own memory of her times before she was in the military were hazy enough and part of her hated that. But.. Rip's only lived roughly a century compared to Eliot's three. How would she be once she reached his age?

Would she even get the opportunity to live that long? That was the other thing that plagued her at times.]

...I've found it useful to learn from memories like zhose. Zhe painful ones und zhe good ones.

[She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose under her glasses. Already she could feel a headache coming on.]

I cannot begin to understand half of vat you experience vhenever you remember. Or vhy it iz easier for you to be separated like zhis. To me it does not make any sense.

I vill admit in two vorlds, I vas completely different from vat I am now, but, zhe experiences zhere are vat haf shaped me into.. zhis. Both zhe insanity of loosing everyzhing.. und zhe shattering of my entire vorld from making a stupid mistake.

[Rip closed her eyes as the pounding in her head started from remembering those times.]

...You're not zhe only one zhat's tired, Eliot. I miss my daughter, my lovers.. my pets from zhose times. But, I know I can never haf zhem back. In zhe end, I am alvays zhe one left alone.

But, I am attempting to change zhat. So.. vhy don't you attempt to change? I don't understand vhy you don't.