there's a message -- [@blindwielder] 'it feels important but i canโt remember it. i can't trust my own memories anymore.'
He was not supposed to be here. The thought circled in his head every moment he spent in this place, this strange city. He was supposed to be somewhere else, somewhere with others like him, somewhere people had been expecting him.
Whatever had landed him here landed him far too close to one of the wielders that had been cast away by his older self's big plan. It was difficult to avoid Riku, whether it was curiosity over the boy or some deep-seated need to upend his older self's plot.
Regardless, here he was, talking to him like he'd never met him before, listening to him vent.
".. that sounds difficult to deal with," Xeha tries to stay as neutral as he can with the boy, feeling out the situation, "Perhaps a past life, if you believe in that sort of thing."
