[ All she can do is stare at him helplessly. How many times had she imagined worst-case scenarios? An unforseen trigger. An impossible memory. An inexplicable contradiction between two facts known to be true. All it would take is one little mistake, one sentence, one word left uncensored in those dozens of journals. One or three of them asking questions she can't let them ask, demanding answers she can't give. Looking at her with wariness, suspicion, distrust.
But not like this. He remembers the ship. He remembers the crew. He remembers her, and doesn't. It's as if everything's backwards, his memory the opposite of what it should be. What it had been.
He thinks she's lying to him, and she is. But not in the way he thinks.
What did you do with my friends?
She closes her eyes, just briefly, trying to center herself. She opens them quickly, not forgetting that ax, and meets his eyes. ]
It's me, Magnus. I know I'm not - not how you remember me. It's been...a long time.
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But not like this. He remembers the ship. He remembers the crew. He remembers her, and doesn't. It's as if everything's backwards, his memory the opposite of what it should be. What it had been.
He thinks she's lying to him, and she is. But not in the way he thinks.
What did you do with my friends?
She closes her eyes, just briefly, trying to center herself. She opens them quickly, not forgetting that ax, and meets his eyes. ]
It's me, Magnus. I know I'm not - not how you remember me. It's been...a long time.
But I promise, it's me.