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. . .

[gives her a wry smile; he's not doing too hot either]

Really? Well. . . thank you.

[Nods, and sets to skinning and de-boning the lizard, making it look less like a critter and more like dinner.]

... About Fang... you said - you said he needed the other person to wake up? So it's - someone good?

It's . . . someone who belongs there.

But I don't know if Fang will still be Fang, when he does.

[. . . suddenly, goes considerably paler]

What do you mean?

I don't know who 'Fang' is. I know whose memories he saw, but . . . that's not the same.

. . . I don't think Fang knows, either.

. . .

"Fang" is . . . he's not anything like the person you remember? Are you saying he's gonna be erased by whoever he used to be?

. . . did Allen ever meet Dusky, from Cepheus?

[swallows thickly]

Yeah. She and I used to be friends.

I don't know if it will be like that. If they'll forget.

Raven and Scowl will stop it, if it is.

. . .

Fang. . .

Do you know what made him like this?

A memory.

Maybe just . . . too many memories. Raven and Fang and I, and Carly too . . . we're not like you and Scowl. There's a gap, between the people we are, and the people we used to be.

Fang most of all.

. . .

[squeezes his arms, pursing his lips tightly just a little, and seems to hesitate for a long moment, putting together what he'll choose to say, before he speaks]

Carly and I have talked about it - her being worried about that. I think everyone is at least a little separated from their old selves.

But at this level. . . I meant... what in his memories? Whose memory? This other person's?

I don't know. The only person who can answer that . . . he's been sleeping, these past three days.

Making things fit again.

[looks over at Fang, his red and black eye tirelessly seeking, his normal eye exhausted.]

. . . I hope that for once there really is a solution in his heart.

There will be. They're strong . . . they won't let go.

[rubs the back of his neck]

Refusing to let go doesn't help everyone. Ahh. . . everyone's such a mess.

Do you want some help?

. . . I'm almost done.

Allen should rest, if he can.

You're one to talk. Everyone should rest if they can.

At least we have the memory of Trickster throwing a fit to cushion the memories we won breaking us all down.

. . . Raven and I found out what happened to Fang, right after that game.

Haah. I knew before... Red took his memory immediately as always, and he's. . . he's snapped a little.

I guess I'm used to not having the time to enjoy a victory for long. It would have been nice, though.

. . . it was the first time I've heard the arena filled with our laughter.

It felt pretty good.

It did.

[. . . takes one of the tenderest pieces, and adds it to the brazier, idly licking the blood from her fingers as she comes back.]

[that smells nice :|a this is better than waiting all alone with a throbbing headache. Though it's getting kinda worse, all of a sudden. . .]

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