[ there are a lot of lost memories when you live for eight hundred years, but cassian has never known where he and river came from. it's been lost, like so much of her own past, so to hear him suddenly remember anything - annabeth's attention snaps to it, curiously and worriedly. ]
Kidnapped? [ she reaches out and puts her hand on his arm, squeezing it. ]
You've told me, you were from elsewhere - you remember the where now?
[ despite the way it it's very much cassian's real self, annabeth still only exists in this moment as the patron of the craft - but it doesn't mean there's no care for him to be found. ]
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Kidnapped? [ she reaches out and puts her hand on his arm, squeezing it. ]
You've told me, you were from elsewhere - you remember the where now?
[ despite the way it it's very much cassian's real self, annabeth still only exists in this moment as the patron of the craft - but it doesn't mean there's no care for him to be found. ]