I assume it is related to the manner of my... first death.
[A note of uncertainty in his voice. Who knows how many times he has died? He only remembers the two.
Regardless, Chiron watches his hand being held with some light amusement and curls his fingers around one of Emet's; it will stabilize then, but the movement result in a wince that travels up his arm]
[took me a minute to remember this was when he still didn't remember his world's gone, god. he peers down at the wound, looking-- well. almost lost, for just a moment.]
I cannot think of anything which would have caused this.
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[A note of uncertainty in his voice. Who knows how many times he has died? He only remembers the two.
Regardless, Chiron watches his hand being held with some light amusement and curls his fingers around one of Emet's; it will stabilize then, but the movement result in a wince that travels up his arm]
Do you know where your own injury came from?
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[took me a minute to remember this was when he still didn't remember his world's gone, god. he peers down at the wound, looking-- well. almost lost, for just a moment.]
I cannot think of anything which would have caused this.
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Though in the case of that wound, Chiron can make a few guesses.
And it takes some effort to school his expression away, despite the fact that some of the worry continues to linger in the open air]
... Well. For now, there is little to dwell on. Perhaps it is a memory taken.
[Giving his hand a squeeze before his own drops away.]