The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
We're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.
"I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind."
Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
But the silence spoke volumes.
As a novelist, you could say that I am dreaming while I am awake, and every day I can continue with yesterday's dream. Because it is a dream, there are so many contradictions and I have to adjust them to make the story work. But, in principle, the original dream does not change.