she’s seen more of the majesty of the Lost Cities, she may feel more ready to put her trust in us as a species.” “Even though all those memories will have to be erased?” Sophie had to ask, her voice wobbling on the last word. Now that it was going to take them even longer to save her parents from whatever they were enduring, she couldn’t imagine their minds wouldn’t have to be reset. And so would Amy’s. “Is a day any less worth living simply because you’re not going to remember it?” Bronte asked. “The joy she’ll feel will still be real in the moment. Why not let her experience it?”
