"I don't know. They knew I kept having my memories taken. I mixed them up, sometimes, after. After maintenance. I have three memories of training kids, two of them here. This and one when they were older." They roll the memory gently from one end of their metal hand to the other, then tuck it away again, and pull out a second. "This one isn't as nice. It's not bad, no one gets hurt, but. I'm more sad in it."