[ It’s the heat that really does it. Just a small taste of it, but he remembers it vividly. Not like Asra’s magic, but something harsher. Distant, but so close... when was it? He’s sure he remembers it now, he realizes there must be a handprint on his back, but... that wasn’t there before. When did he get it? When did he forget?
He ignores that question, reaching to catch one of Dodger’s hands with his own, studying his face more. He’s paler, his heartbeat is shakier, but it’s important to push past this, right? ]
We’ve done more than meet, haven’t we? [ How could these memories be so faint? He’s never been the one to forget before. Or has he? ] How could that be... I’m having difficult recalling clearly.
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He ignores that question, reaching to catch one of Dodger’s hands with his own, studying his face more. He’s paler, his heartbeat is shakier, but it’s important to push past this, right? ]
We’ve done more than meet, haven’t we? [ How could these memories be so faint? He’s never been the one to forget before. Or has he? ] How could that be... I’m having difficult recalling clearly.