[Lucy glanced back at the still water of the lake, its surface mirrorlike again. It was still dark, and there was no telling what was still down there.]

...I think that was me. A lot of me's.

[She knew it was, in the part of her mind she didn't want to acknowledge. A monstrous, inhuman mess of contradictions and hidden things that shouldn't exist, but did anything.]

Here is...full of memories. They're all mine. Some...most, I don't want. Can't get rid of them.