[Palamedes, quite literally, remembers everything. An eidetic memory is both a blessing and a curse; it means he only ever has to read one thing once to memorize the contents, but it also means that every minor childhood embarrassment is seared into his mind. And it isn’t just youthful foibles that he remembers in too much detail. Every moment of his own death may as well have just happened, the terrors of Halloween are still fresh, the image of Clarke’s mangled body after Vile’s attack still precisely rendered.
And yet, for all of that, his memories have never felt so crowded as they do now.
These new images creep into his mind in his dreams: Valdis staring down Cytherea and offering her peace, Natsuno telling him that something has been hidden in Abigail Pent’s body, the yellow monster called Wayne doing combat in the Transference/Winnowing trial. His mind is filled with memories of his past peopled with the passengers of the Serena Eterna, and that can’t be right, but he can’t shake them, either.
And tonight, yet more memories come to him: Clarke locking eyes with him as he released a thanergenic bomb, Clarke throwing herself into his arms in his space outside of space. He wakes up with a start beside her in her bed—they must have fallen asleep here last night while discussing theories about the meaning of the rifts—and all he can do for a few moments is blink stupidly down at her while all those conflicting memories crowd together in his mind.]
Memory problems
And yet, for all of that, his memories have never felt so crowded as they do now.
These new images creep into his mind in his dreams: Valdis staring down Cytherea and offering her peace, Natsuno telling him that something has been hidden in Abigail Pent’s body, the yellow monster called Wayne doing combat in the Transference/Winnowing trial. His mind is filled with memories of his past peopled with the passengers of the Serena Eterna, and that can’t be right, but he can’t shake them, either.
And tonight, yet more memories come to him: Clarke locking eyes with him as he released a thanergenic bomb, Clarke throwing herself into his arms in his space outside of space. He wakes up with a start beside her in her bed—they must have fallen asleep here last night while discussing theories about the meaning of the rifts—and all he can do for a few moments is blink stupidly down at her while all those conflicting memories crowd together in his mind.]