The hand not occupied by an umbrella drifts to their bracer with a frown as soon as he mentions it. Of course they noticed that everyone was wearing one. They'd be a fool not to. Clearly all of them were here, memoryless, for a reason- and searching for that reason is as good a passtime as any. ]
But that would mean that before... whatever caused this, you knew me, somehow...?
[ It's not a hard conclusion to jump to, all things considered; for it to be such a deeply ingrained response, it would have to be something said so often that it doesn't need thinking about. Reacting like that to a complete stranger would be ridiculous. That, too, is a clue.
They just don't know what to do with that clue. It feels trite to shrug and sigh at how an answer only brought more questions, but there's not much else to add, is there? What a pain. ]
.... I must admit, I find it hard to believe that we were friends.
[ And isn't it funny how they immediately feel a pang of guilt at the admission. ]
But thank you for explaining why, I suppose. [ Carefully neutral. Like they weren't the one barging in, looking for impossible answers. ] That... knowing something more is missing, for you, must be frustrating.
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The hand not occupied by an umbrella drifts to their bracer with a frown as soon as he mentions it. Of course they noticed that everyone was wearing one. They'd be a fool not to. Clearly all of them were here, memoryless, for a reason- and searching for that reason is as good a passtime as any. ]
But that would mean that before... whatever caused this, you knew me, somehow...?
[ It's not a hard conclusion to jump to, all things considered; for it to be such a deeply ingrained response, it would have to be something said so often that it doesn't need thinking about. Reacting like that to a complete stranger would be ridiculous. That, too, is a clue.
They just don't know what to do with that clue. It feels trite to shrug and sigh at how an answer only brought more questions, but there's not much else to add, is there? What a pain. ]
.... I must admit, I find it hard to believe that we were friends.
[ And isn't it funny how they immediately feel a pang of guilt at the admission. ]
But thank you for explaining why, I suppose. [ Carefully neutral. Like they weren't the one barging in, looking for impossible answers. ] That... knowing something more is missing, for you, must be frustrating.