* ...Kris. * Let me tell you something. * What makes you are your memories. * They shape you, mold you, create the person standing before me today. * But as easily as they can form... * They can also be tattered and ruined just as easily. * ...Hold onto that singular thread. * Let it guide you through the hell we endure.
* Smells like nostalgia. * It's not your own.
