They forget you, but not the stuff you did. So there's just a bunch of little gaps and wrinkles left behind, things that matter to them that they can't recall the cause of, yeah? And most of the time, people's minds try to fill in those gaps. They tie it to other people and things instead, and fate just smooths out whatever wrinkles're left.

[ And Day smiles, almost reflexively, because this is what he tends to do in the face of troubles of any kind. It...probably comes off a little bitter, despite himself. ]

...Makes you wonder if you ever really mattered that much, if your spot can just be filled by something else.