[He closes his eyes at that, his hands tensing around the glass he's holding. What does he want? Besides his old life, his old memories, the world he'd just destroyed to be free again? Besides a life cycle of death that he's apparently doomed to enjoy until he goes back to his world and dies for real?
...Ugh. He feels sick, his hand trembling a little. He can still feel his mother's blood on his face, even though it had disappeared when she did.]
Nothing, unless your hair can magically erase memories or something.
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...Ugh. He feels sick, his hand trembling a little. He can still feel his mother's blood on his face, even though it had disappeared when she did.]
Nothing, unless your hair can magically erase memories or something.