[Dan Heng's tone isn't meant to be harsh, but the words are a stark reminder of the state of their half-remembered pasts. Blade takes a second to visibly calm himself, his canine ears pinning against his hair. He's not sulking, he's just... collecting himself.]

... Sorry.

[He runs his hand through his bangs, sending them everywhere.]

I know this is a lot. But... you would have remembered eventually. The resemblance is too strong to be coincidental. I don't want to keep anything from you; I did enough leaving and refusing to explain in the last life.

[That free hand now grips the railing again.]

There's something else about this that has been bothering me. I don't think Dan Feng wanted the Healer Lady to suffer the way he had.

There had to have been other hands in this.

... That's what I believe.