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"...Should I ask... Heith? Or Lady Freya. Or - or Luvis? I trust Lady Freya, but... Why would Luvis lie about that, if he got asked? He'd know how he lost his arm and who helped him.

And Lady Hestia can't... She can't alter memories, can she? Why would she, she's, she's a Hearth Goddess, that's wouldn't be like her..."

It seems he's still bothered by his own fragmented memory.

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"...I... did I? I know I met Marie, and that was... I was in the dungeon for that. The river. Fighting- wasn't I?"

He's thinking.

Sitting alone outside somewhere, contemplating little bits and pieces of things he remembers - things that could be the curse but also could be real.

Marie felt real. He still has the thin, off-colored line on his arm from when he lost it and she helped him get it back. So she HAD to be real, unless that was Heith and he's really remembering badly.

It didn't feel like Heith, though. Why would he have carried Heith all the way out to - to wherever he'd gone? Why would she have been down there with him at all?

"And Luvis said... that I saved him once." It felt like the same event. Luvis was in the same timeframe as Marie was, he felt it.

Bell curled up, pressing his knees against his chest. - mind whirling, unable to tell if it was real memories coming back, or the curse. Or both.

Maybe he ought to go to Heith, later. She'd know. She knew it was a curse before, right? So she'd be able to tell what was what.

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He's laying on Folkvangr's roof, staring at the stars.

Probably he should be elsewhere, but he doesn't seem keen on moving anywhere, any time soon. Bell seems perfectly content to lay on the roof, and avoid people.

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"...Next training session I might try to challenge myself by not using Firebolt. I think I rely on it too much, so it'll probably be smart to learn how to fight without it. Sometimes magic isn't an option, after all."

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He's sitting in his room, knees held against his chest.

"... ...He makes it feel like Freya liking you is a curse..."

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Again, he flinches. There was something about that statement that hurt. Something about the Othering of him from the rest of Freya Familia that hurt more than it probably should.

"...That doesn't sound like you care about what Freya wants, very much..." He mutters, glaring a hole into the floor. "Just what she thinks about you." If that was their only reason, it was a bad one. "I'm not the reason she doesn't pay as much attention to the rest of you..." He opened his mouth to say something else - then thought better of it, and opted not to.

Choosing to remain silent, instead.

"Let's get one thing straight, you dumb rabbit!"

"The ONLY reason none of us--no one in this Familia--has killed you yet is because she'd chase your soul back to heaven. That's the only reason we even tolerate your meager existence!"

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"That's not much of a threat." Is his response, and he dares to allow his voice a bit of confusion as he says it. "If I'm not the person she's looking for, then... I can't do anything about that. And it wouldn't be fair to assume I could. Lady Freya may be a Goddess, but she's still a person."

With his arms crossed, his bicep was now bleeding where his fingers had just been and his tail flicked in annoyance. (An understatement)

"Count your hide LUCKY you're her favorite at the moment. She'll get bored of you real quick."

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He flinches. That stung.

"... ...Not dumb enough to stop Lady Freya from calling me to her room every other night." He opts to grumble. Low blows it is.

"Maybe it's cause he cares! Why would he be easy on me, he's got high standards! And - and I kinda have to meet them, so going easy on me won't help at all!"

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"Maybe it's cause he cares! Why would he be easy on me, he's got high standards! And - and I kinda have to meet them, so going easy on me won't help at all!"

"He might! You don't know! He's probably more likely to than you are."

He tries very hard to sound a little bite-y.

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"He might! You don't know! He's probably more likely to than you are."

He tries very hard to sound a little bite-y.

"It wasn't a dream! Or I... don't think it was. ...Maybe it was... Hogni...? Or Hedin... It is kinda hazy. I mostly just remember thinking it felt nice."

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"It wasn't a dream! Or I... don't think it was. ...Maybe it was... Hogni...? Or Hedin... It is kinda hazy. I mostly just remember thinking it felt nice."

"...Didn't Allen hold my hand once...? I... I think he did. I was still cursed, but - but I... remember it. A little."

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"...Didn't Allen hold my hand once...? I... I think he did. I was still cursed, but - but I... remember it. A little."

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"...Nya?" He says it like a question. Like he doesn't know what's going on. He may very well not.

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Oh now he feels bad. And.... is a bit confused. He doesn't know how this statement in particular upset Hogni.

"I mean... you don't have to scream. I just figured you've probably got a really good upper range, if you... ever wanted to."

--Oh no.

PANICKED SQUEAK--

"...killmenow--"

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"... ...I kinda wanna see Hedin scream now...

Or Hogni! His biggest loudest battle cry!"

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"You should scream too, I'm sure you've got stuff to scream about!" He yells, full of a curious amount of confidence that will probably disappear later.

Yelling?

Something fills him. Absolutely possesses him with its horrible, terrible, HIGHLY inadvisable idea.

And he screams.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH-!"

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Yelling?

Something fills him. Absolutely possesses him with its horrible, terrible, HIGHLY inadvisable idea.

And he screams.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH-!"