Right. Another. This could be a fluke. A very targeted fluke, but then...things have gotten quite personal here before, yes? So--

So another. She snaps the book closed, stuck in place briefly by his hand on her before she moves to grab another one off the floor, hoping against her suspicions.

"..."

More of the symbols. They mean something, but she doesn't know what that something is. Don't panic.

"No. Not--mn. No. These don't...I can't read these ones. These," she taps at the angelic glyphs mixed in the script, "these ones. I wrote them, but I don't know what they mean anymore. I've...I forgot, didn't I."

She didn't realize that could still happen. She thought this was all about reclaiming, not...losing.