[ as soon as mamoru answers dextera’s hovering offer by upturning his palm, the memories start to fall more meaningfully into place. a cavern, a lodestone, the fact that he never saw mamoru after that. he doesn’t even recall thinking about mamoru outside of that moment and might have written it off as a dream, if not for the distinct deja vu he’s feeling now.
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he writes out one message with his finger. ]
Hello.