[ Indeed - it doesn't seem like Marianne can change anything about the memory. Even though she bravely tries to insert herself there, the things the girls are throwing pass right through Marianne, like the items themselves are little more than ghosts - little more than projections of a memory from long ago.
But it's not like the other's action does nothing. The Ange from the memory doesn't seem to notice her, but the actual Ange - she does. She's staring at Marianne, a look in her eyes that's hard to place. There seems to be some surprise in it, especially compared to her usual pokerface, but there's something a little more.
Even as the girls keep jeering at the Ange in the memory, it's instead the actual Ange who speaks up, still wearing that complicated expression as she looks at Marianne. ]
.. why are you doing this?
[ Any of it. Staying here with her, insisting on it, even trying to protect that version of her from the past.
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But it's not like the other's action does nothing. The Ange from the memory doesn't seem to notice her, but the actual Ange - she does. She's staring at Marianne, a look in her eyes that's hard to place. There seems to be some surprise in it, especially compared to her usual pokerface, but there's something a little more.
Even as the girls keep jeering at the Ange in the memory, it's instead the actual Ange who speaks up, still wearing that complicated expression as she looks at Marianne. ]
.. why are you doing this?
[ Any of it. Staying here with her, insisting on it, even trying to protect that version of her from the past.
She doesn't get it. ]