[He was on his way to the gym when he notices her step out of the Sheriff's office. At first he doesn't remember who she is. He's still regaining memories, bits and pieces here and there. Sometimes every day, sometimes longer than that, but he's definitely losing some gaps that he doesn't even realize are there half the time.
It's the lost look on her face he picks up on first. He recognizes that. Went through that just a month ago himself. Were there more "accidents"? Concerned, he approaches her, fully intending to offer aid however he could, but his steps slow as he glances down to her hand.
That ring... his breath catches in his chest as another glimpse of memory slams into his head. A circle of spirits towering over him. The now unfortunately familiar burn of fire licking across his skin. He looks a little like he got slapped in the face as he stares at her.
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It's the lost look on her face he picks up on first. He recognizes that. Went through that just a month ago himself. Were there more "accidents"? Concerned, he approaches her, fully intending to offer aid however he could, but his steps slow as he glances down to her hand.
That ring... his breath catches in his chest as another glimpse of memory slams into his head. A circle of spirits towering over him. The now unfortunately familiar burn of fire licking across his skin. He looks a little like he got slapped in the face as he stares at her.
The cost is a life: His... or hers.
Oh.
His scars itch and he inhales sharply.]
Lunafreya.