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"Am I to be lost then, along the median of a world-that-never-was and this one that is?"
There was a certain hopeless quality to the thought, that dug into her eyes, hollowing them out, so that the feeling could be reflected outwards towards anyone that happened to look at her.
Her lips parted, paused, and shut again, a sigh of resignation. How could she make him understand?
"...My time here was of heavy influence to me, and to others around me. I don't need to remember, to realize that much. I swore allegiance to a family by the name of Alpha long ago, but a few years ago...when the dreams first plagued me, things I didn't understand showing themselves, fear overtaking me... It was as though they made me come out of a coma of ignorance to realize I was tied to that which I abhorred. This place.. it strikes a chord, reminds me of those days in which I took flight..."
Her eyes sought urgently to find what hid beneath that hood of his.
"Remembrance.. may not be necessary to know that woman I may have been. Like a man who suffers amnesia, I may begin to recall that which I may have been- not through memory, but through what I find I can and cannot do, places I go, words that are oddly familiar....do you understand?"
Her voice hit a pleading note, as though it was not at all the man who stood before her that she was trying to explain this to, but herself.
"...These feelings, and familiarity have already drawn me here, to a place I never was. I traveled here, not by instinct. It was as though I already knew the way without thinking about it. I was drawn here by the absence of what had been. And I now have met you, someone......someone.."
The words died on her lips.
"...Some-one..."
It felt wrong. He was not a one. In fact, now that she said it, the word felt entirely alien in his description. Dissonance. He hadn't been a someone to her when...
"...You were not like this."
The sentence caused her lips to slope gently upwards into a tiny smile.
"...I don't remember what you were. Or who you were in relation to me. But you were not this."
A triumph in a way. Proof that she could figure out some of the things that never were.
"A truth is only a truth if it rings right. The words, 'Black Morass' mean something to you, and not a thing to me. I had to have met you in what never was... after you came into contact with this, 'Black Morass' then. And sometime, before I met you, you changed from what you are now, to something else. It's all pure speculation. But does such a truth strike a chord with you?"
Her eyes watched him intently.
((Tell me at any time if I've got something wrong about the rules of the memory loss here. Because I'm kinda walking blind right now. I can edit this at any time as well, with a little more explanation as to what's going on here with the wish Des made. ))
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