[She knows his name. He stares down at her intently. His eyes, once golden and filled with pride, are now unfamiliar reptilian slits. He searches his mind for any sort of answer. Is she from Ryslig? Is she from Selphia? He can't know for sure, because he just doesn't know.]
What are you getting at? I've never seen you before in my life.
[Or his death. Or his second life. He's heard that dying sometimes messes with memories—but it hasn't happened enough to him. He can still remember Margaret, Porcoline, Doug, the Earthmate. He can still remember his last day in Selphia, his last days before the Change, his days as a Wendigo, his nightmare of becoming a snake.
But he can't remember her. And he can't pick up on how devastating that is to her either. Instead of apologizing, he keeps staring, muscles tense like she's someone to be feared instead of apologized to.]
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What are you getting at? I've never seen you before in my life.
[Or his death. Or his second life. He's heard that dying sometimes messes with memories—but it hasn't happened enough to him. He can still remember Margaret, Porcoline, Doug, the Earthmate. He can still remember his last day in Selphia, his last days before the Change, his days as a Wendigo, his nightmare of becoming a snake.
But he can't remember her. And he can't pick up on how devastating that is to her either. Instead of apologizing, he keeps staring, muscles tense like she's someone to be feared instead of apologized to.]
How do you know my name?