[ As soon as he says it another memory clicks faintly into place. It had been several centuries ago, but he can distinctly recall a far younger Yinyue (Dan Heng, a voice - his real voice - says, trying to shake himself from using names that aren't real) asking him if he was made of shit. Literally. The memory that comes unbidden had brought him nothing but joy in the past, but now he finds himself internally heaving an inward sigh.
None of that had been real. None of this.
Including his relationship with Annabeth. His gaze skips from the bakery towards her and she might catch the flash of regret in his eyes before it's gone again. ]
They make strawberry cream-filled croissants. You loved them. [ He pushes the door open for her, a jaunty little bell ringing out joyfully. ] So did your children.
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[ As soon as he says it another memory clicks faintly into place. It had been several centuries ago, but he can distinctly recall a far younger Yinyue (Dan Heng, a voice - his real voice - says, trying to shake himself from using names that aren't real) asking him if he was made of shit. Literally. The memory that comes unbidden had brought him nothing but joy in the past, but now he finds himself internally heaving an inward sigh.
None of that had been real. None of this.
Including his relationship with Annabeth. His gaze skips from the bakery towards her and she might catch the flash of regret in his eyes before it's gone again. ]
They make strawberry cream-filled croissants. You loved them. [ He pushes the door open for her, a jaunty little bell ringing out joyfully. ] So did your children.