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You know, I don't think I've had these since I was in sixth grade. Remember the Valentine's Day parties they'd make you have in elementary school? I was always more excited to make the box for the valentines than for the rest of it, though sometimes the candy was okay. Halloween was better for it.

[ Ariadne pauses, frowning at the small pile of candies she's gathered. ]

Well, these aren't normal, anyway. As usual, considering the City. I wonder how many misunderstandings these will lead to.

[ private to Jack, Roxas, George ]

Hey, I think I got something of yours.

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No, I didn't. She was—

[And there it is again, just as it was in Eve's Garden: the sudden flash of his mother's image in his mind's eye, the still black-and-white photograph of her face, that longing sense of mother... That must be why, even if he still doesn't know how to explain it.

And since he doesn't know how, there's no reason to try explaining it to Ariadne. He's still a little rattled, but he shakes his head and continues.]

... She was some kind of performer in Rapture; a dancer, I think. But she was long dead by the time I ended up there.

[ She's been in his head. There's something there, she knows it. She just doesn't know what. ]

Right.

[ There's still a frown, but she'll leave it for now. ]

[He can tell she isn't exactly satisfied with his response, but if she isn't going to press him...]

Anyway... Like I said, I, uh. I saw one of yours, too.

What was it?

[The memory of it still unnerves him, so he hesitates before answering.]

It was... There was a crowd of people holding you back, keeping you from moving — and then there was a woman with a knife.

She stabbed you.