[Phoenix has been looking at the knife for a minute. The detail on the knife, and the burn spots, have been poking at something within him - not a memory, but a feeling that he can't seem to shake, a weird unease.
Luckily, when he looks up - a bit spooked - it seems to snap him out of the feeling.]
Oh, have you been missing... things, too? [You know, like memories. And also knives I suppose.]
[If the wings are what's spooking him, he hasn't commented, yet.]
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Luckily, when he looks up - a bit spooked - it seems to snap him out of the feeling.]
Oh, have you been missing... things, too? [You know, like memories. And also knives I suppose.]
[If the wings are what's spooking him, he hasn't commented, yet.]