Her demeanor was doing nothing at all to help his nerves. She was acting as though this was going to be the end of the world for both of them. Ezra had spent the last twelve hours trying to convince himself that wasn't the case, that he was probably blowing things out of proportion because he didn't have the memories to bound him. He'd told himself he was letting his worst fears and his imagination get the best of him, and this was probably in reality a mundane sort of thing that would perhaps be uncomfortable to remember but not as upending as he expected. Now she was saying she had considered not returning to her life, to spare him remembering. This was not at all encouraging.

"I didn't ask you to do that," he pointed out, stiff because he was having trouble figuring out what the appropriate tone was to respond to a comment like that. "I wouldn't have asked you to do that."

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