[She listens to him as he speaks. Even with her memories gone, she's still a fairly stoic, hard-to-read person, but as he describes person after person, she remembers--
--or rather, she remembers that she remembers, though like him, the faces are shrouded, impossible to remember. And Naoto's eyes widen as he describes them one by one.
When he's done, the only thing she does is give a small nod.] Yes, all of them. Every single one.
I must know you then. That can't possibly be a coincidence, and-- [A pause] --there was a murder.
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--or rather, she remembers that she remembers, though like him, the faces are shrouded, impossible to remember. And Naoto's eyes widen as he describes them one by one.
When he's done, the only thing she does is give a small nod.] Yes, all of them. Every single one.
I must know you then. That can't possibly be a coincidence, and-- [A pause] --there was a murder.