Her voice saying similar words echo in his mind as he stares at her for a moment. What she says make sense, but he can't help but feel...strange. There is definitely familiarity between them, but why does he feel like something feels off? Without all of his memories he would think they were close but somehow it doesn't feel that way. Eustace opens his mouth to ask more questions when their voices come to mind.
"What's with all the questions?"
"You say you know me from a world and time I have no memory of. Regardless of how you think of me, to me you are nothing more than a stranger. Why wouldn't I ask questions?
You should have expected it if you really know me well enough."
"Never said I knew you well.
I have just as many questions as you do, and not a whole lot of answers, so we on the same page now?"
"It's clear that this is all pointless."
Almost like watching a spliced recording he sees snippets of the early memory, can see and recall the frustrated feelings at the time.
He had lost his memory before? When they met again? And then he thinks of the memory of the river, feeling as if they were linked and he recalls something else—it wasn't the first time. Someone else—a monkey brat—had shoved him in.
".......I will only say this once. Whatever is between me and that woman is my business alone. There's no point in telling you anything because it doesn't matter. Judge me however you want, but I have my own reasons."
"Yeah, and I totally get that. But whatever those reasons are still doesn't mean you just get to make people cry like that when you don't know them any better...
So, you're gonna apologize to her, and you're gonna mean it, okay? It's really that simple. If you let her explain again or whatever, that's your choice."
"I don't need you telling me what I need to do."
SPLASH!!
By now the silence from his end has stretched out for a while, his brows furrowed as he looks deep in thought. More memories begin to surface and piece together and he feels a little less like he's watching someone else's life and more like his own, each piece falling into their proper place. There's still more, but he now has up to the river at least, and although he can't quite remember everything past when they got dunked he knows he apologized to her and had felt some guilt.
...]
...It's strange.
[He mutters the words as he half frowns, as if trying to figure out an incongruity.]
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Her voice saying similar words echo in his mind as he stares at her for a moment. What she says make sense, but he can't help but feel...strange. There is definitely familiarity between them, but why does he feel like something feels off? Without all of his memories he would think they were close but somehow it doesn't feel that way. Eustace opens his mouth to ask more questions when their voices come to mind.
"What's with all the questions?"
"You say you know me from a world and time I have no memory of. Regardless of how you think of me, to me you are nothing more than a stranger. Why wouldn't I ask questions?
You should have expected it if you really know me well enough."
"Never said I knew you well.
I have just as many questions as you do, and not a whole lot of answers, so we on the same page now?"
"It's clear that this is all pointless."
Almost like watching a spliced recording he sees snippets of the early memory, can see and recall the frustrated feelings at the time.
He had lost his memory before? When they met again? And then he thinks of the memory of the river, feeling as if they were linked and he recalls something else—it wasn't the first time. Someone else—a monkey brat—had shoved him in.
".......I will only say this once. Whatever is between me and that woman is my business alone. There's no point in telling you anything because it doesn't matter. Judge me however you want, but I have my own reasons."
"Yeah, and I totally get that. But whatever those reasons are still doesn't mean you just get to make people cry like that when you don't know them any better...
So, you're gonna apologize to her, and you're gonna mean it, okay? It's really that simple. If you let her explain again or whatever, that's your choice."
"I don't need you telling me what I need to do."
SPLASH!!
By now the silence from his end has stretched out for a while, his brows furrowed as he looks deep in thought. More memories begin to surface and piece together and he feels a little less like he's watching someone else's life and more like his own, each piece falling into their proper place. There's still more, but he now has up to the river at least, and although he can't quite remember everything past when they got dunked he knows he apologized to her and had felt some guilt.
...]
...It's strange.
[He mutters the words as he half frowns, as if trying to figure out an incongruity.]