[It's a statement that comes out in an odd sort of monotone — not flat, exactly, but mechanical, automatic, like reciting a formula and arriving at a conclusion, and it's not the conclusion she wants to reach but it's one she can't exactly deny, either.
But it's also an incomplete answer, and she's hugging her Weavile a little tighter as she answers, but to her credit she's holding her ground and reminding herself to stay patient, because it could be as terrifying as she cares to make it but it doesn't have to be.
This isn't the first time she's seen him do this; it's just the first he's ever done it to her.]
Your name is Ginti, and you work in a bar called Viginti on the twentieth floor. Yours is better than Decim's because he is only on floor fifteen. Your cat is named Memine and you sometimes make kokeshi dolls of people who have meaning to you because you'll forget them someday.
My name is Arche. I think...maybe you have forgotten me.
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[It's a statement that comes out in an odd sort of monotone — not flat, exactly, but mechanical, automatic, like reciting a formula and arriving at a conclusion, and it's not the conclusion she wants to reach but it's one she can't exactly deny, either.
But it's also an incomplete answer, and she's hugging her Weavile a little tighter as she answers, but to her credit she's holding her ground and reminding herself to stay patient, because it could be as terrifying as she cares to make it but it doesn't have to be.
This isn't the first time she's seen him do this; it's just the first he's ever done it to her.]
Your name is Ginti, and you work in a bar called Viginti on the twentieth floor. Yours is better than Decim's because he is only on floor fifteen. Your cat is named Memine and you sometimes make kokeshi dolls of people who have meaning to you because you'll forget them someday.
My name is Arche. I think...maybe you have forgotten me.