[She's watching him carefully, for his reaction. Whatever she had been expecting, her face gave nothing away other than a troubled frown.]
I believe I spoke clearly enough. Surely you remember your own name.
[Remember. There were more than a few holes in Celes' memory. She knew her name, her profession: an Imperial General, but outside of that... vague images of caves and ribbons and bandanas and she really couldn't tell what memory came before another.]
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I believe I spoke clearly enough. Surely you remember your own name.
[Remember. There were more than a few holes in Celes' memory. She knew her name, her profession: an Imperial General, but outside of that... vague images of caves and ribbons and bandanas and she really couldn't tell what memory came before another.]
Is something wrong?