[He shouldn't trust this. Nothing so good, nothing so warm and kind could possibly be his. Those were just dreams. Fade dreams made from a lonely mind and a heart that missed a woman he'd murdered. But it's here, it's real, and...he'd forgotten.
He'd forgotten everything- he gave Jack this ring and it meant something, he knows what it would mean and that clicking into place has him shuddering with self loathing, the knife sliding back into a sheath somewhere on his wrist. threatening someone that cared for him, that made a home with him, someone he couldn't even remember properly. Even with the knife gone he's tense, wrecked and so very lost.]
...I do no remember much. It is all very- I'm sorry.
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He'd forgotten everything- he gave Jack this ring and it meant something, he knows what it would mean and that clicking into place has him shuddering with self loathing, the knife sliding back into a sheath somewhere on his wrist. threatening someone that cared for him, that made a home with him, someone he couldn't even remember properly. Even with the knife gone he's tense, wrecked and so very lost.]
...I do no remember much. It is all very- I'm sorry.