[It's all the emojis that do it, Ogata thinks. The poem does most of the workm but it's the cavalcade of pictographs that really are the last straw that sets it off. His memories have been returning slowly and piecemeal, things half-remembered and vague and so much fewer that it seems to be for most other people. But as he reads through this post, he remembers. He really did know Sayori. She was his first friend. Only friend? He can't remember, he just remembers telling her he'd never been called someone's friend before.
He's just left wondering what sort of person he really is, because the more he remembers, the more he worries that he doesn't actually want to know the answer.]
I think it suits you. You're always trying too hard to help everyone else. [This is his own little cat way of expressing that he properly remembers Sayori now.]
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He's just left wondering what sort of person he really is, because the more he remembers, the more he worries that he doesn't actually want to know the answer.]
I think it suits you. You're always trying too hard to help everyone else.
[This is his own little cat way of expressing that he properly remembers Sayori now.]