[Wilhelm spends a long stretch trying to chew on that. Even after more than a year in a world whose lifeblood is magic, a world where so much is possible, he has a hard time of it. So it must have been the other version of Kyle whose words were reguritated by the shadow birds. He actually wasn't lying to preserve his dignity.]
So...you remember things that never actually happened to you?
[His eyebrows knot together. Yeah, that's confusing as hell.
Meanwhile, the birds have begun to disperse, fading into the shadows of the landscape, flying overhead to find new memories to latch onto. As one departs, it asks, What...ended up happening? Another answers, Nothing. We separated and I lost track of him. When we met again...we were both different people.
Their own voices, refracted from an old conversation.]
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So...you remember things that never actually happened to you?
[His eyebrows knot together. Yeah, that's confusing as hell.
Meanwhile, the birds have begun to disperse, fading into the shadows of the landscape, flying overhead to find new memories to latch onto. As one departs, it asks, What...ended up happening? Another answers, Nothing. We separated and I lost track of him. When we met again...we were both different people.
Their own voices, refracted from an old conversation.]