Ariadne reached out, hesitantly putting her fingertips on the bend in Nina's arm. "No one's asking you to forget anything," she said softly.

That seemed--to Ariadne, at least--to be a key misunderstanding people had about Thirteen. People thought she wanted them to change. Ariadne didn't see it that way, though. She thought Thirteen merely wanted them to be more themselves than ever.

Which, in Ariadne's case, meant being more herself than her life before had ever allowed.

"You don't have to forget anything," she reiterated, firm of voice, but not of touch.