She looked upset, seeming genuinely distraught. "I'm not joking! I told you that you wouldn't believe me."
He looked down at her, frowning. “Perhaps you also have altered memories,” he said, trying to brighten the mood. “Perhaps what you remember is not real either.”
She sat up, looking at him. "I can't pick between the two of them. You have to realize how difficult this is."
“I don’t, frankly, but I understand that Ferris might’ve poisoned your conception of me. I will let you think more. I know you’re conflicted.”