“I’d be relieved, in truth. I wasn’t waiting for you to become the exact same as you once were — no one is. I’m not, or I hope to someone other than God I won’t always be. I hope to change, and not always want the things that destroy me. The loss of your memories is something that changed you, and … you restored what could be restored. Thou art who thou art. Knowing all that thou know’st, dost thou still care for me?”