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To say that Belladonna was feeling overwhelmed would be quite a bit of an understatement. Overwhelmed implied that she was simply out of her league, metaphorically speaking. Right now she was not only out of her league, she wasn't even on any team. She was like a formerly comatose and amnesia ridden patient who had wandered onto the playing field. Which was a really terrible analogy that any author would honestly be appalled to have set out for others eyes, but Belladonna was not much too busy stumbling around the lands she found herself in for her author to be worried about good metaphors.
It wasn't long, as it rarely ever is, before she found a nasty beastie. Unfortunately for her, this one was a bit tougher than the ones she was used to dealing with. At least she had her guns on her still and was able to give it a good one-two shot before it nipped at her leg.

Of course someone had tried to sit down in it. That was probably why it was so upset and had jumped out of nowhere to attack the girl. (Ghoul? She felt that's what she was but maybe that was wrong? Ugh everything was way too confusing...) Still, it was attacking and getting away from its attacks and trying to kill it was really what mattered. Even if the boy that had been silly enough to try and sit on the chair seemed upset by that.
"Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!" Belladonna called, honestly a little worried she had worried him. "I have good aim do not worry!" She chirped with a grin and then decided to show off just a little bit. Done with that she turned to flash a bright smile at the person, glad for friends and paused. Wait... Wait he looked really, really familiar and...
"M--... No I am sorry I just--" But no wait really...

No! No she totally knew this guy and oh wow he looked a little different but he it was him, it had to be him. He'd been all over her memories, either there or just having left, but the imprint of him upon her mind was huge--
And then the Throne was knocking him over.
"Ah! Are you alright?!" She shouted, taking aim and firing at the thing, making a good shot as it got close enough to whack at her hip. That hurt enough that she yelped, taking a few stumbling steps closer to him.
"I think I know you!" It felt important enough to tell him that right now since she wasn't sure how strong this stupid chair was. Go figure that they trade mechanical monsters for ones that are supposed to be inanimate. Bah!

Concern for herself had pretty much flown out the window with recognition, but the dramatic way the boy did make her pause. Stuck between the fallen monster and him, Belladonna looked down at its now still shape in wonder before she looked up at him. It was the smile that made a small noise rise in her throat.
That had to be him. That smile, that sweet, calm disposition. Oh thank Hecate!
Not caring that the monster had dissolved into shinies, or even that she trod one under foot and it made her trip a little, the girl launched herself across the way to fling her arms around his neck.
"It is you! Oh Mort, I am so happy you're safe!" But what was he doing here? What were any of them doing here but trying to make it through?
Ah! None of it really mattered as she hopped up on tippy-toes to bring him down in a tight hug against herself.

On the other hand, Belladonna remembered quite a lot. There was the very first memory that set the tone for all the others in which he was missing, in which it began with the tumultuous and sharp feeling of loss. Surely that was half the reason she was clutching him so tightly to herself, feeling almost silly for grabbing up a stranger she only held a handful of memories about. Yet the way her heart raced, the way he crushed her to his chest, it was more than enough to convince her. But that memory sticks with her and after a moment she pulls back a little, one hand pressed to his jaw to steady his face.
"You're alright? That thing didn't hurt you?" Its half an excuse to look him over for injuries and more a reason to just see him. To take in what she's seen in her memories.
There are some things missing. Things aren't quite right. But Belladonna knows that if she compares what she knows about herself in those memories to what she is now that she will turn up lacking too. That there are still things being kept in those locked trunks they had been shown.

A sigh falls from her after her eyes have roamed over his face enough and she folds herself back into the crook of his neck.
"I did not even realized how worried I was until now." And that's the truth. She had honestly expected to be doing this alone, or at least not to be blessed enough to have the precious people she has seen in her memories join her. Even if he is the only one, she is beyond content, though a small part of her worries over him now because she does not know what will happen.
"Y-you remember me?" She finally thinks to ask, flushed and half afraid he does not recall her as well as she remembers him. He was on the fringes of most her memories, the central player in three of them even if he was missing in one. She cannot hope to be so lucky.

"I forgot too." She's quick to point out, one thumb brushing across his cheek as she mimics his sad smile. She hates that she forgot at all, but this whole thing is so above them that Belladonna knows it isn't something to hold onto. They remembered now and that was what counted.
Though she didn't particularly like the idea of him pulling away from her, the fact he keeps his hands around her's is enough that she doesn't fight him. The sad smile softens to listen to him, the girl nodding energetically.
"We won't get separated! And if we do, we will find each other!" She paused and brought their joined hands up between them.
"Maybe we should have some sort of call? Or um... Something?" The thought seems silly now that she's said it, simply because this isn't as if they will be confused by the other. They know each other now, they remember.
A small, nervous laugh escapes her and she lets go of one of his hands to push some hair behind one ear, to dart her fingertips along to touch the back of her neck. The motion of touching her neck reminds her of the cord there and she looked up at Mort.

"Oh! You have a lock too!" Curious, she's on her toes to look at it, her hands on his chest to steady herself.
"I wonder how they open?" She doesn't want to touch the lock on his neck, but she wishes she could. With a small laugh she pulls back again to point at her own.
"Does mine look alright? Doesn't clash with my outfit?" Nothing could possibly clash with the simple black dress she wears, but if anything, Belladonna has at least regained the notion that looking pleasant at all times is preferable.