[...]

Their names were Gauche and Droite, twins. They weren't mine by blood; I adopted them at some point. Gauche was stiff and uptight but very diligent; her sister was more like me.

[Annoying as hell and seemingly completely carefree.]

Ah, but we don't know much about these "memories", ja? For all we know they could be entirely faked. Maybe these girls never existed.

[And that sure would make things a lot easier.]