Chaisi remembered everything that happened next, but it wasn't a memory.
A person's memories are always subjective, centered on the self. You look out from your own eyes, through your own body, remembering smells and sounds, textures and light… and the emotions that follow, whether joy or anger.
Chaisi's "memories" were more like reading a diary written by a stranger.
Every event—or rather, every image—seemed like rootless duckweed, all floating aimlessly together in his mind. He had to use logic and analysis to figure out what happened first and what followed.
For instance, the figure suddenly reverted to the appearance of Daiju Monroe: messy brown curls tied loosely to one side, slightly chapped lips, bright, shining eyes, and a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead—his mother opened her mouth.
