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The fact he woke up in this place made him want to be sick to his stomach. But it was for that very reason that he didn’t. The feeling came almost as soon as he opened his eyes to see that ceiling. Why would it be the first thing he would see again? He hated it, god did he hate it - but it was something. Something was better than nothing.
Slowly he raised his hand and placed it on his chest. He knew he always had a physical heart beating in his body, but it still felt different. It was not until he did so that he realized he was not the only one there. Part of him expected it to be Lea, ready to yell at him or smile. Or it would be Ienzo with his questioning gaze. As long as it wasn’t Even or Braig, Isa could find ways to deal.
What he wasn’t expecting, was the one the Organization called the memory witch. Teal eyes (were they teal again?) looked to her, his brow arching ever so slightly. “... Namine. Why are you here?”











