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I knew this place was full of some kind of magic. People acted like I was crazy.

Memory loss? And trees and plants everywhere. Magic always causes problems. We're all lucky it wasn't something much worse.

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I won't ask any more right now.

[He grimaces. He doesn't like secrets, but he hasn't forgotten what she said when they first met.]

I remember you don't like to talk about that.

Yeah, I really don't. [Especially with what happened with Rudy; though a bit of time had passed, it's still at the front of her mind.]

...Thanks. For remembering, that is.

You're welcome. There might be a lot of things I don't understand... but I understand that, I think.

[He gets it, or he's pretty sure he does. When something hurts, it's not something you can bring yourself to talk about easily.

Like Holtz. Ever since it happened... he's never been able to talk about Holtz's death. His father's death. And yet it was so easy for everyone else to talk about Holtz like he was some demon, some monster. He was the only father Connor had ever known, until recently. Why did people want to punish him for something that was beyond his control?]

...Guess we're not entirely different, are we?

[To be honest, common ground with Connor wasn't something she ever expected to find. She offers a quick, grateful smile.]

[He smiles at last -- a real, honest-to-goodness smile, the first genuine one since he's gotten his memories back.]

Yeah. Not as different from each other as we thought we were.

[It's... actually quite wonderful to see that smile again. And here she thought she wouldn't see it anytime soon.]

I guess so. It's kind of nice knowing that, yeah?

Yeah. It makes me feel a lot less lonely.

[The smile fades just the tiniest bit, but it's still there, still distinct.]

Most people don't understand me. Most people don't even try.

Well, you're certainly not alone now.

[She can't do much beside lend an ear, but she's there if he needs her.]

Most people are retarded, I hate to tell you. Proper bunch of twats.

[He smirks. Is this -- is this sarcasm? Clearly, Connor is learning.]

Yeah, I figured that part out for myself. People are jerks.

Most are, yeah. Best you try to either avoid or ignore them.
That usually does the trick.

It's the mental ones you have to watch out for; people not right in the heads. Those ones that you can't really walk away from or pretend aren't there.

Sometimes I think I might actually be one of those, but not the way you originally thought. There's so much about this world I don't understand. I feel lost.

I probably shouldn't, but... I'll help walk you through things if you need it.

Might actually give me something to do around here. Something a lot more pleasant, at least.

Really...?

Yeah. I'd... I'd like that. Thank you.

Well... we are friends, yeah? Though you already know I'm not that great of one, I'm pretty sure that's wot friends do.

I mean, you even offered to make him "regret" it. That's a lot more than anyone's done for me in a long time.

I'll keep that promise. If he does anything, if he so much as lays a hand on you, he'll regret it. I mean it.

[She'd rather not have Connor beat the snot out of Rudy, but the sentiment is really sweet.]

Thanks. Hopefully he won't, though; I like to think he wouldn't once I explain things.

I hope it goes well, then. It sounds like it could be a hard conversation to have.

If we're able to put aside our past history, it shouldn't be too bad. If.

Sometimes, that can be a pretty big 'if.' But I hope you can.

I'm sure you'll hear of it if I can't.

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