[For once, he genuinely looks perplexed. Did he remember? It was hard to say whose memories were whose anymore. He had memories from conversations and an alternate life in Molly's world, he had memories from Luceti, he had alternate memories of how things from home should have been, and of course his own memories from his real time at home. He presses his forehead into the palm of his hand as he tries to sort everything out, to grasp some sort of information that would make sense of what she's saying.]
I...don't know. [And he sounds surprised when the words leave his mouth.] Vaguely, I suppose. It's information filed away for later use, I'm sure.
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I...don't know. [And he sounds surprised when the words leave his mouth.] Vaguely, I suppose. It's information filed away for later use, I'm sure.