[ Yuuri clings onto him, burrows against him like she can find safety from anything in his arms. It certainly feels that way, even if she knows that ultimately she can't be protected from whatever else might be lurking in her memories. It's enough to sooth her, steady her and she tells herself that, for now, it'll have to be her solution. ]

I don't know. Or if I do, then I don't even remember. There must've been some reason but...

[ She trails off into silence. It seems for a moment like she's done talking but then she speaks up again in a voice of equal parts anger and bitter, bitter exhaustion: ]

I hate this. I hate not being able to trust myself like this.