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[[Justin and Agent #12 are in their hotel room]]
Agent #12: So... did you wipe their memories...?
Justin: No. He's my brother, and I just reconnected with him. I refuse to erase that.

[[Justin places the memory wiper on the bed, beside Agent #12]]
Justin: But they're staying next door. They're not leaving until tomorrow. You can easily go in and administer it yourself. I won't stop you. It's your duty...

[[Agent #12 picks up the memory wiper and looks at it]]

[[Agent #12 puts the memory wiper down and cries]]
Justin: You won't either. Why?
Agent #12: You have your reasons. I have mine.