[Her voice turned marginally less cheerful, and she didn't pick up another dumpling in the meantime.]

I remember not remembering something. It was important, though.

[Nyu made a little frustrated noise, at least as frustrated a noise as she could make.]

But my name's not...I don't remember what my name is. But I'm not Lucy. I'm not that person.

[It was starting to bother her, all the people who kept saying that. She didn't even know anything about that person. She was herself. That was all.]