Valdis sighed, lifting one hand to brush her hair behind one ear, still staring at the sketchbook. She didn't look at him when he sat, opting to disappear into her own mind as she considered what to tell him and how.

"You could say that," she replied, "But it's not that I don't remember. You see, I once lived by another name, but something is blocking the memories of that person...I don't know why it keeps them."

A breath before opening the sketchbook and pointing at one of the faceless figures. She knew his face, knew his voice, knew that he couldn't have always been filled with sorrow and hatred; but she couldn't remember a single instance of his kindness or his love.

"This is my father...I only recently learned of the connection." Or at least, compared to her life, "In all my memory, he had been my enemy, and I killed him as one."