... This is brand new information. It is information he does not know what to do with. For once, it's plain on his face. He built up this whole mental image of Dan Heng in his head as some kind of cruel, oppressive man around his age who killed Blade over and over out of some sadistic hobby, but that got dashed as soon as they met. They've spent a little time together since, and every misconception and assumption has been thrown aside.
It's enough to make his head hurt.]
... Are you sure?
[There's something wry in the curve of his lips. He turns to face Dan Heng, one hand wrapping around the top bar of the railing. He makes it look casual, but his knuckles are white.]
What if I told you, [he murmurs,] that those memories feel more real than the ones from this life?
[It's almost certainly the demon interfering, but that's beside the point.]
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... This is brand new information. It is information he does not know what to do with. For once, it's plain on his face. He built up this whole mental image of Dan Heng in his head as some kind of cruel, oppressive man around his age who killed Blade over and over out of some sadistic hobby, but that got dashed as soon as they met. They've spent a little time together since, and every misconception and assumption has been thrown aside.
It's enough to make his head hurt.]
... Are you sure?
[There's something wry in the curve of his lips. He turns to face Dan Heng, one hand wrapping around the top bar of the railing. He makes it look casual, but his knuckles are white.]
What if I told you, [he murmurs,] that those memories feel more real than the ones from this life?
[It's almost certainly the demon interfering, but that's beside the point.]
Where do I draw the line between him... and me?