I can imagine it.

[ they're always a lot closer than anyone realizes. If it wasn't for Shulk and his visions, who knows how many more people would have died already...? After embarrassing herself blurting out that little tidbit to Alex earlier, however, Fiora decides to keep that particular facet of her home life to herself for now, and continues on while she grinds up some garlic into paste. ]

Maybe that's why all of us remember such different things, too? We're all from really different timelines?