Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32460917-20190603090203/@comment-32460917-20190605154745

//trying to remember if they ever had a conversation about this

Calidi flinched a bit when Clay echoed his words. “Didn’t she— um, well, never mind.” He took another step back, shaking his head again. It was funny. Even after she stopped talking, he was still making motions to himself. He guessed it had only been a few hours.

“You see what I look like, right?” He continued to speak in a quiet voice. “And my memories too. They’re all taken from someone else.”

“A person is born with their own features, right? And they’re supposed to live and get their memories that way. But I just took everything from someone who died a horrible death.”