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[Agetta]

Guilt floods Agetta with renewed vigor despite the kindness in the stranger’s voice when he calls her out so accurately. She wishes she had done a better job at hiding the fact that she did not know him, though she cannot know that her own thoughts betrayed her. She wishes too that she knew who this was, wishes she had memories of their friendship. It sounds like something she would do, to help someone like that, but it no memories surface and it makes her guilt churn a little more. “I’m so sorry.” Though they are useless words, she does mean them. She’s incredibly sorry to hear that she’s forgotten a friend. And she does not know how she’s mirroring the conversation she had with someone who had forgotten her. Nor does she know that this stranger, this nameless friend, is handling the situation far better than she had when she had been in his position. Agetta can't think of any excuses to give, because she cannot think of any. Is there ever an excuse for forgetting a friend? She had brought up the subject of the light returning, but her blue gaze remains on his face and she does not reply to his comment about the dark. A concerned frown darkening her features as she asks quietly, hung up on the past tense he had used about their relationship.  “Why aren’t we friends anymore?” Clearly she had forgotten him somewhere, so maybe she had just proved to be a poor friend after all. we are made of starstuff

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@[kensley]