[ He remembers. Kahlil's gaze tracks the birds departure for a long minute before returning to Wilhelm again. ]
That was him - John. [ The other voice in the conversation the birds had echoed. John speaking to Ravishan, the other version of him. He closes his eyes, shaking his head. ] I knew one version of John, and then... I met another.
[ Or possibly the same John, but one who had lived thirty years in Basawar, where history had been completely rewritten. He grimaces slightly. ]
It's not so different than what happens to some of the others who arrive here. When they have friends Summoned after them who remember things differently.
[ He expects this is making a wonderful distraction for Wilhelm right now. ]
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That was him - John. [ The other voice in the conversation the birds had echoed. John speaking to Ravishan, the other version of him. He closes his eyes, shaking his head. ] I knew one version of John, and then... I met another.
[ Or possibly the same John, but one who had lived thirty years in Basawar, where history had been completely rewritten. He grimaces slightly. ]
It's not so different than what happens to some of the others who arrive here. When they have friends Summoned after them who remember things differently.
[ He expects this is making a wonderful distraction for Wilhelm right now. ]