❛ I don’t mean to be rude, but am I supposed to know you? ❜ (feels thread? feels thread.)
The woman in my memory… She thought her eyes may have been playing tricks on her but this is real. It’s not a hallucination, it’s not another flashback. Gelda. Her squad leader — the one who trained her, someone who she was certain was an important person in her previous life. They fought together.
But she didn’t share the same enthusiasm as Alita when she ran up to greet her in, perhaps an overwhelmingly delightful approach. She actually gave off the exact opposite impression, and then there it was… Now Alita was plagued with not only just disappointment, but she was hurt.
“ You, ” A slight slur on the word, then she paused for a breath, now a frown on her lips and her eyebrows furrowed. “ Don’t recognize me? ” The softness of her voice conveyed her exact feelings.
