Tyr gently stroked Meow's back: "Don't worry, cooperate with the treatment, and one day you'll remember everything from before..."
Meow nodded forcefully: "Yes, I will obediently listen to the doctor."
Tyr spoke as if unintentionally: "Even if you can't remember anything, don't I still have you? I'll protect you."
Meow bit her lip and stepped away from Tyr's embrace. After hesitating a while, she said: "Tyr, I... I don't mean you're not good, you're really great. It's just that I feel I should have my own past, I should remember those memories I've forgotten. Although I don't know what experiences I had, how could one not know where they came from? Wouldn't that be just like a rootless duckweed?"
This city is filled with blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, yet she has black hair and black eyes, walking down the street she feels no sense of belonging.
