I fell for it!
This was arranged by the other me.
No, it could not exactly be called an arrangement. It was a trap!
He knew that as long as he lured my attention toward attachments, the backup on the other side might not know about it. After all, it had inherited very little of the other me's consciousness and was basically made up of memories.
But as long as he drew my attention toward attachments, I would inevitably wonder what attachments the other me still had. Then I would inevitably think of my previous life. After all, those memories were the ones I was least afraid to touch now. The experiences in them truly could not compare to what I had gone through now, so I would certainly accept those memories without any guard up.
Or rather, I would "remember" those memories.
That way, I would inevitably remember Mother, my only pillar of support.
And next, I would inevitably ask about Mother. I would ask this backup, and it had never touched the memories of Mother from my previous life, creating the impression that it was avoiding them. No, no, no—not avoiding. It was discarding them. He had discarded those memories in order to discard his emotions and better adapt to that cruel period of his life.
It had to be that.
This backup had his memories, but not much of his personality or consciousness, so it would mechanically reflect his attitude toward those memories.
And because he had discarded those memories, it would naturally be taken as him treating Mother with utter disdain.
Then, when I asked and the backup answered, I would inevitably be confused. Confused as to why the other me cared so little about a mother who was as important as Kushina in the Naruto