Our memories make up who we are. The moment we lose them, our being, our sense of self, ceases to exist. So I am not your "Lucy" nor your "Lily". They suffered; I did not. I will never be them, nor will I ever understand them, because I have different experiences. So please. Stop. I am not them. I am Takara, and I do not know you. A drabble sequel series to "Strongest One"