"Always go..." she had been ready to ream him out, prepped to tear him a new one— but as she looks him over again now that she's close enough, the wind seems to go out of Kid's sails in real time.

Was she really hearing this right? A disbelieving "A..." started to come from the blonde girl, but it never really took off into a full-blown word. Something was knotting in the pit of her stomach and as he stood up, she seemed to stare... then plunk herself down into a heap on the sand, hard.

Could this be... how Serge had felt talking to everyone in Another World? Were they destined to replay this game with the same mistakes?

Looking up at him from her spot in the ground, there was something pleading in the blue of her eyes, as he brow screwed upwards. "You really don't... remember me, mate? It's me— Kid. You're... yer Serge, ain't ya?"