Luther was on the window ledge looking at the moon when Eight found him. She didn't say anything for a while, just sat next to him. Finally, "You're not the only one who has had their memories erased. The Others have done it to me countless times."
He looked at her, "How do you know?"
She kept looking at the moon, "With my ability to heal it is sometimes harder for them to wipe mine completely. I remember things leading up to it and something happened, just not what." Then more to herself, "I know something happened up there."
"How can you be so sure?" There was something so familiar in her presence, just talking like this.
She looked at him, "I remember being sent up there and have a vague memory of terror and pain. There are scars on me that were not inflicted by the Others so I am thinking that my vessel crashed. And…." she broke off and looked at the moon.
"And?" he gently prompted when it was starting to be clear that she was wrapped up in her own thoughts.
"And I remember being happier than I have ever been in my life." She looked at him, "I am in my mid-twenties and that was the first time I truly knew peace and happiness." She looked back at the moon, "But they never let us remember."
It felt like this conversation had happened before but he asked the question anyway, "Then why did you let yourself feel it if you could never remember?"
She gave him a mournful smile, "Because it was my choice. And to live that even for the smallest amount of time is the greatest gift that a Number ever can have."
It was like two voices were saying the exact same thing in Luther's head. He had a headache and groaned, " No..."
Eight put her hand on his shoulder, "Are you alright?" He shook his head but didn't answer, "Come on. We'll see what Grace says."
Eight helped him down the hallway to the infirmary where Grace was found still cleaning up from the ultrasound. "Luther! What happened?"
Shaking her head Eight answered, "I don't know."
"I do." They turned to see Pogo in the doorway, "The memories that were wiped, he's regaining them."
Grace looked at Pogo, "What do we do?"
It was Eight who answered, "I can help. I can ease the pain." Before the other two could answer she had taken Luther's hand in her right, put her left hand on his forehead and was pouring blue light into him. Soon both faces were twisted in pain, as they both cried out at the same time.
As Eight fell into unconsciousness Grace caught her. Diego was drawn by the commotion, "What happened?"
"Diego," at Grace's motion he came to her side and picked up the unconscious Eight. Grace quickly explained, "Luther started to remember the time that the Others took from him. Seeing he was in agony Eight stepped in to help before we could stop her."
Looking worriedly between his unconscious brother on the bed and the unconscious young woman in his arms Diego asked, "Will they be alright?"
Pogo answered, "Yes. But they must remain in the same room until they wake. No exceptions."
"Why not?" Allison had come onto the scene.
"They are currently bonded by Eights power. If that was to be broken they would not survive." He looked at the adults he had always called children.
The siblings looked at each other and nodded. "Ok," they said in unison.