“Good, I think,” she said. “You’re doing so well.” At being Thiago, she meant. “It’s a little eerie.” “Eerie,” he repeated. “Convincing. A few times I almost forgot—” He didn’t let her finish. “Don’t forget. Not ever. Not for a second.” He drew in breath. “Please.” So much behind that word. Please don’t forget I’m not a monster. Please don’t forget what I gave up. Please don’t forget me.
