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Of course. If you ever need anything else, don't hesitate to let me know.

[He doesn't mind at all. Ardyn's a bit sorry he couldn't actually end up helping.

But-]

A vampire? Do you have memories to support that?

Not really, no. My memories seem to have mostly all been at night and there was a bat tornado in one of them.

[ So some people have suspected. ]

A bat tornado?

[Well, he can see why many would draw that conclusion.]

I see why the imagery might lead to the conclusion of "vampire". But I suppose, in your case, it's still too early to tell. I wouldn't make any assumptions just yet.

A tornado of bats as the sun was rising. I even rode in on it, the whole thing was... wild.

[ But she nods, she's a little bit worried about accepting it just like that and all. ]

[That's like something out of a movie, he muses; and while he would have found this ludicrous in the past, it's funny how rather accepting Ardyn is of it.]

Maybe you simply possessed the ability to control bats. You don't remember anything having to do with blood, do you? You know, vampires and all.

Now you mention it, I don't think so... no. Nothing to do much with blood yet.

[ . . . Man that's a creepy though, to remember eating blood eventually. ]

Then let's not jump to conclusions about vampires and the like until we know for certain.

[Ah, but he nearly shrugs.]

Unless, of course, you'd prefer to indulge in the fantasy. But Retrospec might chose to shatter that illusion instead of confirm it, so no point in getting one's hopes up.

I don't know who would hope for ending up in a position the sun'll burn them up, if it's really going to be changing my body so much.

[ Huff. That said... she... mmm. ]

Yeah, there's no point in getting stuck on any one theory though, I agree. [ She tilts her head ] What about you, if you've got the mutant-magic? What've you been remembering, Professor?

[Ardyn leans back in his chair, looking resigned yet amused.]

It's not mutant- magic, or at least... I think it's just regular magic.

[Whatever passes for regular magic these days. What was even mutant-magic? He supposes it's all semantics in the end.]

I've remembered several things, but the most poignant was that I was a traveling healer. [He holds his hand up, wiggling a few fingers.]

[ . . . Okay she can't help but snort at this as she gets a strange mental image. the mutant thing came from his brother, she assumed he'd know well. but... ]

So you were a priest in a previous life?

[He raises a brow at her, but hardly looks offended at all. Instead, he seems to be grinning, noticeable even in the faint lighting.]

I don't know if I was a priest, actually. Maybe. In another memory, I was going on to someone about the gods. Perhaps I was something of a religious man.

Is that amusing to you?

[ Well she can see in the dark too...! But... she nods and...

Huh, the gods. ]

It's just odd to imagine a world with wandering healers, I suppose. It's like if the Inquisition was still operating and going around, some old world affair with might and magic.

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Indeed so. Something out of a fantasy novel.

[He shrugs.]

Strange, though, how I think very little of it now. As odd as it might sound, to know of magic and monsters and daemons having existed, the memories come with some form of acceptance. Of simply... knowing that they must have been real, and not some delusion descending upon us all.

That's how I see it, in any case.

Putting it like that, the whole thing sounds so sagely.

[ she exhales, and she shakes her head ]

You've been on the app a little longer than me, I'm sure. Maybe I'll think more like that in a month or two. [ . . ] Mind if I ask you one more little thing though?

[He nods.]

Of course. What is it?

Have you remembered other people in those, or just your lonesome?

[He pauses.]

I remember... that there were people that I healed as I traveled, but I do not remember their specific faces. And then there is one more specific face that I do recall -- a young man who lives here in the city, actually.

That's what I meant, people in the city. I've not remembered anyone I recognize yet, but I know some other people have.

Yes. And it brings up the question of whether or not we once came from the same world.

With the young man I mentioned, I think we've decided that we have. [Assuming all of this isn't one mass hallucination, but he's starting to doubt it now.] We even share the exact same memory, as we've come to realize just a few days ago.

... So what, we're all aliens or something? [ She says that quietly, but.. the exact same memory, huh. She frowns. ]

... Nevermind, I'll come to my own conclusions as it happens more, I shouldn't make you decide things like that.

I haven't decided assuredly either way, so speaking about it isn't an issue for me.

[A shrug of his shoulders, exaggerated.] The real anwer is, I don't know. Some say our memories are a different "us", merely residing in an alternate universe. Some of us think these are past lives, with memories of such playing in our heads.

Both of those don't explain why they're imposing their memories or eyes on us.

[ Rude. ]

That they certainly don't.

[He certainly doesn't pretend to know the answer to that.]

Most frustrating, isn't it?

It is!

[ She sighs. ]

... Well, regardless, I'm thankful for your attempt to help.

[ Let's get up to go. ]

Of course. And if you need anything else in the future, Ms. Marker, please don't hesitate to let me know.

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