escape from here. not from something else.

you were the one with most of the plans.

There's a vague undercurrent of panic here.

She sends confidence, strong and unshakable - if they need to figure it out again, they can do that.

...okay.

As long as he doesn't think about the rest of it – can't start on that while she's like this – but they'll come get him in another couple of days and that won't be the end of it –

–except now she's giving him that feeling and he couldn't keep this all to himself even if he wanted to, he thinks.

The information sort of...spills out. The awareness of what's missing now, and of what's been happening every night.

...she's going to murder them all. Her hand twitches toward her lightsaber out of pure reflex.

nonono—you have to wait—we have to get out—

Okay.

i’m trying to learn how to hide you. well enough to give you an advantage. when we do it.

Yeah. Strategic, she approves.

and, uh.

do you remember anything about yourself?

She puzzles over that one - her working memory is coming back, a little, though as soon as anything distracts her she still loses everything. Nothing distracts her this time, though, and after a minute she shoves a jumbled mass of concepts at him: She's a Sith, and that means power, and fierceness, and getting what she wants. She's an engineer, and that means precision, and attention to detail, and drawing on a deep well of knowledge. And she's herself, under it all, and that means self knowledge, and self-acceptance, and stubbornness, and an intensity of caring about people so strong that it's much more a weakness than a strength.

yeah

that sounds like you.

He's sweet; she likes him.

...i'm glad that didn't change.

Hm?

you liked me before, too. i was kind of afraid it'd go away.

'Before' is new, and a little alarming; she attempts to set it aside to think about later, and, of course, loses it instantly.

Of course I like you, she asserts.

that's good.

He processes the alarm a second later.

you don't remember being a person before this, do you?

That's confusing. She tries to make sense of it, notices the 'before' again - it's hard to think about; she's going more on intuition and his reaction than any conscious figuring. But it comes to her that there was a before, and something happened, and all at once she's mad about it.

yeah.

he's (this comes with an image, of a face) doing something to you.

...my memory's not working, she infers.

Nod.

you've been losing things I've said too. i think.

Yeah. Obviously.

Remind me? Not as in telling her all of it now, that obviously won't work. But if he reminds her of things as she needs them - that's like having her own memory working properly, right, she should be able to work with that.