Schiller stood as well and said, "Batman was right. Your memories were completely edited, and your emotions were manipulated too. But overcoming that power is almost impossible. Coming back from the dead is a kind of remolding. You're no longer the same person. Those missing things weren't hidden away—they were never written in to begin with. You'll never be able to get them back."
Damian was still unconvinced. "But since I rationally know how I should have felt back then, I can believe that I did feel it."
Schiller shook his head. "I told you, love can't be faked. You might fool ordinary people if you insist on pretending. But trying to fool Batman? You're dreaming."
After Damian left Schiller's room, the more he thought about it, the less willing he was to accept it. Deep down, he admitted that Batman and Schiller were right. After being resurrected, they were incomplete. Many things had been deliberately removed, no longer existing in their memories and impossible to recover.
But that didn't mean they couldn't write them again. Normal people's memories faded too. Thinking of something a day or two later might still make someone excited, but after a year or two, that feeling would fade. After enough time, they might remember the event but not the feeling. Wasn't that exactly like them now?
So if they rationally knew something ought to have been exciting, then they could pretend they had been excited. They could write the emotional experience that should have existed back into themselves. It might not be as intense as experiencing it firsthand, but it still counted as having it. Why wouldn't that work?
Even so, it was not an easy thing to do. It required sorting through his memories from the beginning and filling them in bit by