[There's a bare moment as he hears her voice where he looks devastated. It's a very similar kneejerk guilt that he felt when he first saw Jack. A slow horror that he had forgotten something, someone so important. He hesitates, wondering for a moment if this was another one of this place's fake inserts. But no, she's real. This time it's real. He can tell.
(The others still feel real, too. Even though he can't place them inside of his other memories. It's almost enough to make a man doubt himself. Almost.)
She doesn't know him, though. He can see it in her eyes. He swallows and straightens his shoulders. Nyx doesn't look like much right now: scarred, dressed in plaid and sweats as he was intending on a workout, but she's still a princess-still the Oracle. They'll take his respect from his cold corpse.]
Can she see him shatter before her?
(The others still feel real, too. Even though he can't place them inside of his other memories. It's almost enough to make a man doubt himself. Almost.)
She doesn't know him, though. He can see it in her eyes. He swallows and straightens his shoulders. Nyx doesn't look like much right now: scarred, dressed in plaid and sweats as he was intending on a workout, but she's still a princess-still the Oracle. They'll take his respect from his cold corpse.]
Lady Lunafreya, are you hurt?