[ His memories are locked away. He's certain he almost has it, sometimes, but there's something that bars him from remembering fully. Some key, some piece he's missing.
He doesn't know what it is he misses, only that he does, that there's some emptiness in him that seems just out of reach. If he could grasp it, he'd remember everything, he's sure.
But he doesn't know what that is.
He locked those memories away. For safety. For protection. Who did he lock them away for? Not for him. For someone else.
He doesn't make contracts, nor does he sign them. But there was something, maybe, once...a very long time ago.
"Very well. I won't say anything. I give you my word on that.
Not until you're ready to accept it." ]
Then who is it about? Her?
[ Saying even that causes a reaction in him that he doesn't seem to notice. The chain that is a constant pattern around his neck pulses with light. ]
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He doesn't know what it is he misses, only that he does, that there's some emptiness in him that seems just out of reach. If he could grasp it, he'd remember everything, he's sure.
But he doesn't know what that is.
He locked those memories away. For safety. For protection. Who did he lock them away for? Not for him. For someone else.
He doesn't make contracts, nor does he sign them. But there was something, maybe, once...a very long time ago.
"Very well. I won't say anything. I give you my word on that.
Not until you're ready to accept it." ]
Then who is it about? Her?
[ Saying even that causes a reaction in him that he doesn't seem to notice. The chain that is a constant pattern around his neck pulses with light. ]