[She stares at him for a long moment, wondering if he's serious, if he's actually forgotten her. There's no hint of recognition in his eyes, no sense that he has the faintest clue who she is.
Every once in a while, the opportunity for a prank presents itself that Shadowheart simply can't pass up.]
I know forgetting one's wedding anniversary is a bit of a stereotype, but forgetting one's wife entirely? That's a new low for you, Carver.
[But she won't keep the ruse up for long. She's sympathetic, after all; having lost vast swathes of her own memory, she knows what it's like to meet someone who knows more about her past than she does herself.
She lets it sit in the air for a moment before she laughs at her own joke.]
A jest, I assure you. You're not my husband, and I'm certainly not your wife. But you were here before, and we were allies. Knowing you, you might not believe that, but we might as well start somewhere.
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[She stares at him for a long moment, wondering if he's serious, if he's actually forgotten her. There's no hint of recognition in his eyes, no sense that he has the faintest clue who she is.
Every once in a while, the opportunity for a prank presents itself that Shadowheart simply can't pass up.]
I know forgetting one's wedding anniversary is a bit of a stereotype, but forgetting one's wife entirely? That's a new low for you, Carver.
[But she won't keep the ruse up for long. She's sympathetic, after all; having lost vast swathes of her own memory, she knows what it's like to meet someone who knows more about her past than she does herself.
She lets it sit in the air for a moment before she laughs at her own joke.]
A jest, I assure you. You're not my husband, and I'm certainly not your wife. But you were here before, and we were allies. Knowing you, you might not believe that, but we might as well start somewhere.