"I just... wonder if it can be stolen. Like anything else can. Taken away and you never notice..."

There's more Marisa could say, but she seemed to clam up then. She didn't want to say it out loud, voice her fears so clearly. Patchouli said she shouldn't think about it, that it will only make her upset, and that she had to believe... but it was hard. Especially, when she couldn't remember...