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Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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What do you mean?

These memories... they don't feel like someone else did them. I don't get that degree of separation other people feel. With me and Kazzy, it just feels like ... I don't know, everything we learn takes us one step closer ta who we're meant to be.

What do you think--

[She pauses, trying to word this right.]

Do you think it was . . . some kind of past life, then? Or--?

I know it sounds fuckin' weird, but I think it's more than that. Past life, that's like a step away right? Like bein' reincarnated? But this shit just feels so real. Add on top of that the physical changes an' it's hard ta say it was someone else who experienced these things.

[Not to her, it's not, but she's trying not to simply argue and override him. It's always worth hearing other theories.]

So . . . do you think we're turning into them, then? Slowly but surely? Or that we were them, and now we're somehow returning to that state?

[ he's quiet for a moment. ]

I think we were them.

[That's certainly a theory. Rather a terrifying one, too, if she's being honest, because what does that make them? Rosalind Lutece, who moved from England two years ago, who graduated with top honors from Cambridge University when she was eighteen, who is so brilliant and has made so many connections . . . does that not matter? Is that not her? Is she simply delusional, her mind wildly adapting to some story to cover for the truth?]

. . . I see.

[Her voice is quiet.]

Then you think who we are is irrelevant?

[ that's hard for him to say. it's easy to say he thinks that's who they were and that those memories are important. it's hard to know what that means for who they are, now. all of the things that have happened in recollé ]

Irrelevant's a strong fuckin' word.

Which would you use, then?

I think it matters - the people around us, the shit we've gone through. Whoever we were then, we've changed, now. Even if we got every single memory back we'd still think about what we've done.

And so we'd become . . . amalgams, I suppose. Of what we were and are.

I hope you'll take no offense, Majima, when I say I prefer my theory to yours. There's something a touch unsettling about that.

I told ya I don't care what people wanna think. It ain't up to me to make those decisions for them.

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