[ Oh, fuck. He twitches away a little when touched, getting up on his knees so he feels better prepared to deal with ... anything. His heart pounds in his ears, the memory of Lucien under the blue light of the gemstone sill fresh, and his gaze greedily rakes over his friend.

Not an empty speck. ]

I remember everything. More. I remember more from home, you were there. No, it wasn't you, he's ...

[ Fjord looks apologetic as he holds out his hands. ]

He's not you, Molly, I know that now. I'm so sorry for what I said before.