One of those...meme things.

[deep_red_bells]

Your International Spy Name is Madame Harley

Your Code Name: The Dancer You Reside in: Las Vegas Why You're a Good Spy: You a master at disguise

What's Your International Spy Name?

I just noticed I did a lot of them, I thought...

I don't know. I don't see the fun.

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

Somehow it doesn't make me feel better. I'm hurting them.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

You're not the one hurting them...it's what happened to you that's hurting them. What you can't remember ain't your fault, Bee. They know that, but when they're with you...they can't connect, and neither can you. That's what's wrong. It's nothing you're doing or not doing, it's like an injury. It's a leg you can't walk on...do you understand?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I understand perfectly but they're hurting, and I can't fix it. It...it hurts.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

There's some memories that the mind can't keep. They live in the heart, in the soul...they ain't the same as thoughts, but they exist.

I don't know if it's any sorta comfort, babe, but that hurt, that pain? That's a memory. You love these people, and that's not something your spirit can forget.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

...It's a little comfort.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

That's good to know...in more ways than you can imagine.

Just do me a favor, 'kay? Don't lose hope...no matter how dark it looks. It may not feel like it, but it'll save you. That ain't a promise, either, it's a fact.