"You know I don't." You reply, sarcasm just below the surface. "Want to enlighten me?"
“We knew you'd lost your memory, but how could we know you'd forget this.” Micaja stands, throwing his hands into the air.
“What?” Roisin pleads, still unaware of what is being discussed. “What did Aiden forget?”
“He hasn't just forgotten who he is. He's forgotten what he is.” Micaja points at you. “He doesn't even know he's Ghūl.”
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"A Ghūl." I say flatly. "...as in, a Ghoul?"
ReplyDeleteI stand before them, my expression monotone, my eyebrows frozen in an arched, expectant position. I show no revulsion--only curiosity.