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Her eyes flitted up to meet him, and…
Oh.
Well…she understood now, anyway. And when he apologized, she shook her head. “It’s alright. Sorry, I…guess I should start again.”
And she smiled, as warm as she could, like the solar fire she imbued herself with – she should’ve figured. Sometimes she forgot how it easy it was to, well…forget. “Limbo-13. That’s the name.”
limbo-13. he thinks he can know that.
“alright...” again, banshee nods, seeming more awake than before. more alive. he holds eye contact this time. “alright. don’t worry about it. it isn’t your fault. if we’ve met...” he gives his head a little shake, and his shoulders relax. “banshee-44. good to meet you. again..? hang on.”
he turns his head, and pulls a well-worn notepad into view. he scribbles something down, though his handwriting is messy, it’s something he’ll be able to understand. limbo-13. he won’t remember a much older notepad tucked away in the back, with the same name and the same quick details on a different page.
“...there.” he looks pleased with himself as he shuts it and slides it away. “maybe that’ll help.”
















