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 Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 8:28 pm
Lysithea watched the whole thing happen with wide eyes. Sanidine...was gone. Melted away by a beautiful light, and now there was this...other person in his place. A purple clad knight--good. She liked purple. It matched nicely.
“It worked, Zack...I mean, it looks like it worked...you don’t feel like you did either...you feel good. Like me…”
She hesitated only a moment and threw her arms around the knight, squeezing him tightly. “I love you. It’s me...It’s Lysithea...or Cambria, I’m not sure...if you’ll remember either one, but...but I’m both, and I love you, and everything’s going to be okay now...we’re together, and that’s what matters...b-but I guess you’re not Zack now...I’m not really sure who you are...but you’re mine...i-if you want to be.”
What if she was freaking him out? Slowly she pulled away, looking him over once more.
...He looked good
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 8:29 pm
Relief flooded through him; he might not have remembered everything and it might not have made much sense right now, but he was confident that everything was okay—everything was where it was supposed to be.
Even as she tried to pull away, he wrapped his arms around Lysithea and drew her close. His grip was firm—possessive, in the way that Zack always was, but not unkind. “I’m me,” he said into her ear; he had a lot to piece together but he took solace in the fact that he knew Cambria. There were holes, like he was trying to remember a dream he’d forgotten, but Cambria was here.
“I remember Cambria. I mean, everything’s a little groggy, but. I’m just tired,” he sighed, resting his chin on her shoulder. He could pretend like Purification didn’t take anything out of him, but he could have probably fallen asleep resting against her if he’d really considered it an option.
He made the mistake of closing his eyes. “Let’s go home.”
They could figure this out later.
He remembered enough of her to know that he loved her, and that this was okay.
Things were okay.
And, tomorrow?
Tomorrow, things would be good.
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