[Voice]

[Fifteen... I turned fifteen here?

...it was summer, wasn't it? That was so odd.

He gave me a present? So many people gave me presents. I remember... it was too much, it was so entirely too much.

There's a soft exhale as Katara no longer waits for the memories to resurface, but purposefully goes down in after them.

Sunlight on a river - speaking of opening a restaraunt - food and always that cigarette.. that cigarette he still held that -

It slips away.]

Sanji. [It doesn't hold the full weight of memory there, but it's present, so close, trembling under the thin layer of sound.] Can I see you?

[This is important. You are important. I need to remember this.]