Mikleo feels like the odd one out here. He has... so many memories. Some things are hazy, but the feelings, the words they shared, the way the sky pressed down on them as they darted across the plains, he remembers it all. He remembers the stars, and the boy in his memories who never complained about shouldering a single burden remarking on how beautiful they were.
For all his life he's felt like he had something missing.]
"I'll tell you if I remember."
[Who's the one conveniently forgetting things now?]
Sorry, you just reminded me of something.
Anyway, don't feel bad about not being able to recall. Perhaps some things are best left in the past. You're not the same person you were in your past life, and neither am I.
no subject
Mikleo feels like the odd one out here. He has... so many memories. Some things are hazy, but the feelings, the words they shared, the way the sky pressed down on them as they darted across the plains, he remembers it all. He remembers the stars, and the boy in his memories who never complained about shouldering a single burden remarking on how beautiful they were.
For all his life he's felt like he had something missing.]
"I'll tell you if I remember."
[Who's the one conveniently forgetting things now?]
Sorry, you just reminded me of something.
Anyway, don't feel bad about not being able to recall. Perhaps some things are best left in the past. You're not the same person you were in your past life, and neither am I.