What it's saying is real. We've met before. A long time ago.
[His face is on fire. The heat so intense it's dizzying.
Anger. Humiliation. Pain. Because even after all these years, it still hurts, and he feels so fucking stupid for it. Cam's seen and experienced so much in his life, disasters, violence, tragedy, how can that one night still affect him?
The truth is, he'd never felt smaller in his life. Even in the middle of a war-zone he was someone.
Cam rubs his face with one hand, blocking his eyes. Zil disappears altogether.]
There's no reason you would remember me. I don't think you even asked me my name.
It doesn't matter anymore. Ignore what it's saying. Let's just... move on.
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[His face is on fire. The heat so intense it's dizzying.
Anger. Humiliation. Pain. Because even after all these years, it still hurts, and he feels so fucking stupid for it. Cam's seen and experienced so much in his life, disasters, violence, tragedy, how can that one night still affect him?
The truth is, he'd never felt smaller in his life. Even in the middle of a war-zone he was someone.
Cam rubs his face with one hand, blocking his eyes. Zil disappears altogether.]
There's no reason you would remember me. I don't think you even asked me my name.
It doesn't matter anymore. Ignore what it's saying. Let's just... move on.