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Ch. 9 (GP) Spoiled:
Vegeta…
He’s outwit me, just like Gohan said he would. He’s getting into my head…
Even after I left he still went through with it, but it was consensual. That much I know.
But why? He could have made me stay and watch if he really wanted to. He could have done more to own the moment, but he let me leave, even after I fucked his son while he watched. Why would he do this? Is it because he wanted to show me that I don’t have any authority over him? Or even over my own son… Or is it because Gohan wanted him, and Vegeta decided to take the opportunity?
I can’t get my head straight. I just keep replaying everything repeatedly in my mind and none of this makes any sense, least of all my own random impulses. I can’t ignore the fact that their brief rendezvous is my doing.
What was I thinking in the first place, going after Trunks like that? I didn’t hurt him!
What does it matter? Who are any of them to me? Why should I care?!
What could this place possibly offer me now? I have no desire to start a family, and no reason to stay for the one I’ve created, why would I? My sons are already grown up and my wife is deteriorating! I’m sure no one sees it from my perspective- none of them have even tried. I just don’t remember anything. I didn’t do this to myself, damn it!
The only thing I want now is some peace within myself, but I am struggling to find it.
There is no peace in life when you share it with others. Relationships, even acquaintances, only bring about hardship, confusion, and regret. That is why I am perfectly fine with getting my dick wet whenever I please with whomever I please. That is why I am intent on following the beat of my own drum and not being held down by anyone or anything!
This is getting old, and annoying. I’m bored with this life and frustrated with the shadows of my former one. I think I’d rather set this whole place on fire and watch it burn than continue in this way.
Vegeta…
He’s the only one I have met who I feel any sort of connection to, aside from our offspring. Why is it that I should feel any sort of ties to any of them at all? I don’t know them! I don’t even know myself!
Vegeta did say that he wanted my trust… he did say that he wanted to help… he has been… obliging me nearly every step of the way. Still, I am confused by him. He puts an uneasy feeling in my stomach. The way he stares at me with those eyes that are so blank and yet so ardent, it’s almost as though he is attached to me.
I know that deep down I wouldn’t mind keeping him by my side.
I still have so many questions. I should write them all down then I wouldn’t forget them the next time I see him.
‘I should go to him, just to talk.’
No, I refuse! I’m not going to bend to his will!
He should come to me.
‘I will make him come to me…’
There are many ways I can do that… But what way would be the most fun?
He already said that he didn’t care about me attacking citizens, but I do think there are those who he does care about.
Bulma, for starters, and even Piccolo… Hmmm…
Vegeta wants my trust but he cannot be trusted completely. He must be playing some sort of ridiculous game with me, but to what end? How has he managed to manipulate my emotions so much over the course of the last few days? If he wasn’t in the picture I would not be struggling so much to figure this all out!
Well, I guess in the meantime I will blow off a little steam and go destroy another city. So what if they wished back the others that I killed? They will not be able to do that over and over again. Something tells me that Dragon cannot come back for some time.
What a wasted wish! Those fools.
I’ll take my time with the next city, perhaps I can have some fun with the citizens in it first. Maybe Vegeta will come to me, and maybe not, either way I will get what I want out of him with time.
A fight with him will show who is truly the master of the other, but I will not be too hasty. I will bait him into it. I must make him want to fight me.

After having my way with the people of this city, much to my amusement, I am still not completely satisfied, and I have been thinking about a lot of things.
Gohan needs to be punished. I told him he was not to see Vegeta or touch him, and he has gone further than that, Vegeta’s will or not.
The time is ripe. It’s the dead of night. Vegeta must be asleep by now. He didn’t come when I was terrorizing those humans, so why would he show up now? Regardless, I will take my chances. Even if he does come to Gohan’s rescue, I have need of a few strong words with him. Let him come, but I doubt that he will.
When I arrive at Gohan’s house, the whole family is sound asleep. I break the lock on the front door soundlessly, wondering why it’s even there. The only neighbors they have are family, anyways, and they are much stronger than any of the people from this world. It doesn’t matter. I move quickly, finding him and his wife in bed together. What a poor soul she is, sleeping next to such a delinquent.
I pick Gohan up off the mattress, cradling him in my arms as I carry him back out of the house. Deeper into the woods we go until finally I lay him down on the grass. It is only then that he stirs. It must have been the chill of the air and the dampness of the dew on the ground which roused him from the wetness seeping into his thin clothing because I have been gentle thus far.
He blinks a few times, assuming his eyes are supposed to get used to the dark, before he realizes that the moon is out and bright as ever, and he is not where he was, and that this is no simple dream, nor is it a fictitious nightmare.
“Dad! I mean- Kakarot!” he cries, sitting up, “What the hell is going on?!”
I kneel before him, smirking as I answer, “I’m here to fulfil a promise I made to my son.”
His eyes widen.
My eyes narrow, and I explain, “I told you not to touch Vegeta. I don’t want to share him. You should have known I would come for you.”
Gohan doesn’t respond at first, but his shock subsides quickly. As he goes to stand, I hold my hand to his chest, stopping him in place so that he cannot get up.
“Didn’t I tell you that you were not allowed to see him, much less touch him?” I frown.
“You did!” he finally remarks, and although there is a challenging look in his eyes, there is a quiver upon his brow, and he is not so convincing as he would like to be. Still, he argues, “But you are not my keeper! And you are not his! You will lose this battle if you keep fighting in this way!”
“What battle?!” I chuckle and draw a circle on his chest with my pointer finger, tauntingly. I add, “Besides, who cares about winning every battle. I’m here to win the war, and I will, by tearing each of you down, one by one, until I am the only one left standing.”
“You’re only fooling yourself if you believe that line! That’s bullshit, and you know it!”
“So certain, are you?”
“Yes!” he answers gruffly, his voice dropping low, “I know you have feelings for him! Deny it all you want. He used your own rule against you! And--”
“I know what he did!” I growl, “I’m here to do what I said I would do. That’s all.” With that I shove him to the ground, but he resists, wrestling my hands off him to the best of his abilities.
“Kakarot! Listen!” he says as he struggles against me.
But I’m not listening. I am in between his legs now, and I place a hand over the lower half of his face, covering his mouth and his jaw, squeezing just hard enough to scare him. Meanwhile I rip open his shirt, which was more just a show of forcefulness than a necessity. Now I am moving down to his pants, which should prove quite easy to remove.
He screams, but the sound is muffled by my palm. Finally, he manages to remove my hand from his face and he pants, “I have an idea of how to help you with your memory!”
I pause.
‘He’s lying.’
I reply, snorting, “Good then you can show me once I’m done.”
“Fath- Kakarot!” he pleads, “I already tried to show you once before, remember? Back at Bulma’s, when she was hosting her party? And Vegeta interrupted…?”
I backhand him, hard, across the cheek, catching a good part of his ear. I’m not trying to hear any of this right now. I’m just trying to carry out my word. I must prove my point. He will suffer me.
“I think it might help you!” he continues to try to persuade me, refusing to hold onto his ear although I know he must be in some pain.
I pull his pants down and completely remove them, since he has no shoes to hinder the process. He has lost the will to fight me off of him. He knows I mean business. I can see his form, shivering in the nightly wind, but his eyes are still ablaze. I consider his words silently.
He must be serious about his idea.
Finally, I ask, “Do you think that it will work?”
“Yes!” he cries, then falters, “I don’t know… maybe…”
I drop my forearm across his neck, and whisper harshly, “And so you think it might save you from me teaching you a lesson?!” He glares at me, there is still much fire in his spirit, and I lessen my pressure upon his throat, so that he can answer.
“It doesn’t matter what you do with me now!” he spews, “I’m just trying to help! Don’t you see? I got what I wanted, too. None of this would have happened… if you hadn’t lost your memory… but I am grateful for the opportunity, no matter what you may think. I’m just trying to help… the situation.”
Help… the… situation…
I am… too curious about my past to let this opportunity go.
“Fine,” I answer. “Do whatever it is that you were going to do.”
“Okay…” he replies as I ease up on him. “Take your hand and place it on my head.”
I am weary of him, but I do as he instructs.
“Close your eyes, and… clear your mind.”
“Why?” I ask suspiciously.
“You developed a technique… to read minds…!” he answers, and his words are rushed as he speaks, “I’m going to try and see if you can still do it. I don’t know how it works, but I’ve seen you do it before. I’m going to try and feed you some of my memories.”
I do as I am told. I close my eyes. I try to clear my mind.
At first there is nothing but before I decide to get angry, I calm my breathing, and try again.
Then I see… something.
I see… myself… Vegeta… Nappa? Piccolo… Frieza?... Buu?… Vegeta… So angry… My power!!... My victory!!... The softness of my voice… Vegeta’s reproach of me… I… I’m never around…
I pull away, confused. Gohan watches me carefully. We are both silent.
“What did I just see…?” I wonder aloud.
“I’m not sure,” Gohan murmurs. “Dad…?”
“So… I have always been a bit of a loner…”
Gohan frowns at me while he nods and goes to speak, but I interrupt him.
“I have… always been an outcast…” I repeat, trying to grasp what I’ve just learned.
“Not really…” he sighs at me, “You’ve just been… different.”
I lean back, thinking hard. “I was gone for a long time… I’ve been fighting off enemies for as long as you can remember…” I muse, still unsure of everything.
“Dad…” he says to me again, and it doesn’t sound so strange. He is struggling to find something to follow it up with, though. But… I am still… me.
“That was… interesting,” I admit, “but I still don’t get it.” ‘I’m not Goku… or maybe I am?’
“What is there to get?!” he answers, no doubt feeling all the emotion that he has building up inside of him as well as what’s been sucked out of me. He sits up and argues, “Life… life is more than just doing things… Life is… special. You think that just because you prove yourself you’ll feel better? What is there to make sense of?! You probably wouldn’t be any closer to a better relationship with yourself had you never lost your memory at all! Apparently there was something bothering you or you wouldn’t have gone to see Vegeta in the first place!”
“What do you know about it?!” I growl, still sorting through everything. A lot of those memories had to do with Vegeta… but I don’t get the connection.
“I know that you went to see him! I know that you wanted to talk to him about something you must have thought was important! Damn it, you’re so…”
“So what?!” I snarl.
“Selfish…” he admits, and on his face, there is honesty, but behind his eyes, there is pain.
I can tell this is the first time he’s told me he thought so, but not the first time he’s thought about it.
I frown. I am angrier than my counterpart. I am… complicated.
So what?! I am brand new!
I allow my darker side to take over. It’s easier that way. I must go by a new set of rules. Ones that I determine for myself. I answer, “Some things never change, do they?” and I shove him back to the ground.
I’m going to finish what I started. I’m a man of my word.
He’s trying to fight me off of him, calling out my name, clearly panicking, but he knows he cannot win against me.
Now, for the first time, I know it, too. He has shown me enough about myself to where I am aware of what I had only speculated on before. I am stronger than him. I am stronger than Vegeta. I am stronger than all of them.
He should have never let me get a glimpse into my past.
I capture both of his hands in a flash and hold them above his head as I spread his legs apart with my own. I use the technique that I learned from Vegeta to ki cuff his wrists to the dirt. I am going to punish him, anyways, if only to prove a point to myself.
He’s near tears now, but he won’t let them fall.
“Well, Gohan, get ready, because I don’t plan on letting you enjoy this. You had your chance with Vegeta. You seem satisfied with yourself. I hope you enjoyed it. Now I’m going to erase that pleasant memory with a horrific one. You will not think of those moments with him without being plagued by your night with me.”
“Rape me, then! You think it’s going to change anything?!” he howls, “Do it! I don’t fucking care anymore!”
“SHUT UP!” I yell, tired of his prideful remarks. “You will care! It’s in your nature! You’re only half-Saiyan anyways!”
He spits on my face and says, “And you’re a poor excuse for a full-breed.”
I wipe off the spit and spread it onto his bare chest, anger bridling inside of me.
He’s still talking while he struggles to get free:
“You’re barely a Saiyan at all! Even Vegeta thought so! And you were never a human! You don’t know what you are! Well I can tell you! You’re NOTHING! YOU’RE NO---”
I punch him in the nose. That shut him up. Son of a bitch! I force my way inside of him, he’s tight, and tense, and he screams, two-fold, but it turns into a moan, even though he didn’t mean for it to. Vegeta prepared him well for me. I don’t mind being Eskimo brothers with my Prince. I’ll be thinking about this moment for a long time.
Gohan grinds his teeth and tries his best to remain silent as he’s getting used to my thickness and length.
I lean in, and whisper in his ear, “What were you saying?” I smirk as I withdraw my hard cock a little bit, unable to get all the way in the first time.
There’s blood dripping down his cheek from his nose and he glares at me, “You don’t deserve him.”
I chuckle and push myself back inside, watching closely as Gohan squirms beneath me, leaning his head back, stifling another moan with a grunt.
“I can make this enjoyable for you, you know,” I coo.
He shudders and refuses to look at me.
After I am able to fit all the way, I begin a pace inside of him, my hands on his hips, wasting no time. He can’t help but let out a breathy moan every now and then, but his eyes are clenched shut and his head is turned.
“You do feel amazing,” I mumble, picking up the pace.
He bites his bottom lip, still refusing to show any of his true emotions.
I taunt, “I’m not surprised Vegeta caved. I wonder if this is what I look like when he’s fucking me.”
“I wouldn’t know…” Gohan answers, and finally looks up at me. “Are trying to confuse me? Why are you… being so gentle?” he moans.
“How long have you wanted him?” I ask, switching up my angle and fucking him with more purpose but less force.
“Ever since I realized that he was into men,” Gohan replied softly as he began panting. “He was into you.”
“How come you knew this and I apparently didn’t?” I ask, leaning forwards again, licking up some of the blood off his face.
He flinches, but his whole body is starting to come around, even bucking into me whenever I come forwards.
“I just did. Unhh…” he sighs, “No one would believe me, so I never said anything. But I knew. Ohuhh… I knew.”
I wish I knew what he meant! I can’t help but think of Vegeta as I’m deep inside of him. I want him so badly.
Gohan groans again, and adds, “It doesn’t matter anyways. You were too naïve to even consider something like that between the two of you.” He gasps as I switched up my rhythm again, grinding into him.
I don’t really want to hurt him.
I just want to get off.
“I think I understand,” I moan, placing my forehead onto his. We lock eyes as I say, “You never told me because you wanted him for yourself. You knew that if I knew you would never get your chance.”
Gohan kisses me, briefly, but fully, and then he pulls back, moaning as he says, “Exactly. So, like I said, I’m grateful for the opportunity, and I don’t think you’re half as bad as you say you are. You just don’t know what you want. But I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time...”
I grab a hold of his jaw once again, but my grip is not so tight as it was before. I kiss him this time my tongue sinking inside of his lips. I continue giving him all of my cock. Moment by moment he’s letting go and enjoying this more and more, and so am I.
(VP)
I didn’t know if my “plan” would work; it was all off the cusp. Kakarot cracked sooner than expected, though. He doesn’t want to show that he has any weakness or attachment to any of us, but he did just that. He showed that he is very much affected by me.
He is utterly alone. He does not even have memories to comfort him or to guide himself by. Alone just like I was before I came here. He is drawn to me for the same reason I am drawn to him. There is nothing he can do that will change my mind about him. I still want him, and he still wants me.
It will always be this way. He is attracted to my scent. He is attracted to me biologically and he doesn’t understand why. I am… in love with him. Even now, but for many more reasons other than our natural inclinations to one another.
This is so fucked up.
I don’t want to go to sleep, because I have a feeling I will awake to more news of his actions, but I must find some rest and recover my strength… I’m not sure how this whole immortal thing works, but I assume I still need to take care of myself.
I am plagued by thoughts of him, though. I’m still trying to make sense of everything.
Perhaps… Perhaps he did want something more from me before all of this came about, contrary to what Piccolo might think. Perhaps that’s why he came to tell me the news that he was leaving first, before telling all of his so-called ‘friends.’ He was giving me a chance to… change his mind? How might that conversation have gone had I not overreacted so badly?
What did he want me to say? What else did he have to say?
Why did I not see it before?!
All these years he’s been giving me my space, waiting and buying time, hoping that I would come to him, just like I hoped he would come to me.
Damn it, we’re both so fucking stubborn!
Now it’s too late to have what we might have had. It’s too late.
‘So why not let it be what it is?’
Why not take him off planet, just like he wanted, and then we can live out the rest of our lives doing whatever we want. No one can stop us. No one can judge us!
All it will take is a little convincing, but I think I can manage it. For the moment I must give him a little time. Hopefully I can woo him before he strikes the Earth. I have feeling, though, that he may not be ready to leave without causing some damage.
I will have to break him entirely. I will have to prove to him that I am the stronger fighter, and that will take some doing. Luckily for me I cannot be killed, so with every “near death” strike, I will recover, and I will eventually outclass him.
It’s time to say good bye to this world, and everything in it that I once held dear. It only makes sense for me to have to leave it all behind. My life has come full circle and, strangely enough, so has Kakarot’s.

Kakarot destroyed another city last night and took out a large chunk of their militia. That’s child’s play compared to what he can really do. I wonder how much he’s enjoying himself or if he’s just doing it to pass some time and clear his mind. Piccolo wasted those last two wishes! Damn Namek… I’m sure he’s seeing the error of his ways, now. Oh well. Nothing can be done to fix it.
Bulma is pissed at me, for what exactly I don’t know, and I don’t care. I guess it’s because I’m not out there trying to stop him at this very moment. Whatever.
Trunks is walking more like a man than I have ever seen him and Goten has apparently stayed the night. I’m not interested in delving any deeper into that situation. They were friends, let them become lovers, it’s not my business.
I have not the heart nor the stomach to sit Trunks down and have a tête-à-tête with him about what happened, but it seems he doesn’t need my guidance. He’ll get through this on his own, the way I had to, and he’ll be stronger for it, that’s all that matters. Besides, if Goten is willing to help him through this and be a part of this, in whatever way that might be happening, then it’s all for the best, isn’t it?
Does it even matter?
I am tired of trying to play things safe, and yet that is where I stand at this moment in time. I keep telling myself, ‘Your immortal, you can do whatever you want,’ and yet I am hesitating because I do not want to negatively affect those around me.
Some good being immortal does when you’re stuck worrying about the lives of others.
I have intentions to go seek out Piccolo, but he has been at Dende’s lookout, and I don’t need to get Dende involved in this. I don’t know if Kakarot knows that Dende is the dragon’s keeper, but I would like to keep him alive if I can. Even though it will be another year before the dragon can be summoned again, I would like to still have that option.
Meanwhile I am almost certain that if I leave Capsule Corp. Kakarot will come here in a flash and disrupt the peace, or what’s left of it. To top it all off Gohan’s being a bitch and won’t answer a simple phone call. Who does he think he is? I don’t make a habit of calling anyone.
That was harsh, he’s… been through a lot.
‘He did most of it to himself…’
I sigh into my cup of water, and I look down into it, seeing my reflection, and I muse about many things.
I’m feeling… nostalgic of my normalcy. Something is different about me, obviously I know what it is, but… somehow the life has been sucked out of me. It’s ironic- even though I know I will live forever, just knowing that has not brought me any joy like I thought that it would.
I know what it’s like to block out a huge chunk of my life. Some things… some ancient times in my past… I can no longer recall even should I wish it. Now I must live with my demons forever…
I am doomed to this body, and to this playing field, and things as I have known them will come to an end, even though I won’t. It has made me feel as though there is no point of making a big deal about anything, or spending time enjoying anything, because I know that I can always do it later…
This is not the time for such a pensive inner dialogue, but I can’t help it. Maybe I should just go straight to Kakarot himself…
That is probably the safest bet.
Why put anyone else is danger anyways? It’s not like he can kill me, although he may try.
Let him try. It’s time to see where my eternity is heading. I will go to him. I am tired of playing games.
I get up and begin to leave, but Bulma intercepts me.
“Not now, woman,” I state, continuing to go on my way.
“Vegeta! The world is in chaos!” she says angrily.
“What do you think I can do about that?” I turn to her and glare, but I mean nothing by it, really, it’s just my natural response.
She huffs. She’s been crying, still her makeup is holding up, but I see the puffiness around her eyes as they stare into mine and she argues, “They think the apocalypse is upon us. You guys used the damn dragon balls didn’t you?! You wished back those people, but you didn’t erase anyone’s memory and YOU didn’t stop him from killing again! What else did you wish for, Vegeta!? How did that help anything?!”
I roll my eyes, and although I don’t wish to waste my breath with an explanation I still give her one and I say, “I wasn’t the one who wished for those people to come back to life.”
She gasps, disappointed in me, and afraid.
I should just leave it at that, shouldn’t I? Yes. I’m the bad guy. I never had any intention of fixing anything. You know what? Fuck this.
I turn and begin to leave once more.
I am wholly remembering why I was ever an evil motherfucker to begin with.
“Vegeta! You can’t just let him do this!”
I can still hear her even as I leave the house:
“People are going to lose their minds! They will turn on each other thinking that the rules of death don’t apply! They’re all still waiting for the others to come back to life! What are they going to do when that doesn’t happen?! Vegeta?! Damn it Vegeta!”

I head straight to him, flying fast, much too fast for him to try to avoid me, and much too obvious for it to seem like a sneak attack. He knows I am heading his way. He will meet me head on. It’s in his nature.
He looks as though he was doing some thinking of his own when I arrive. He’s in a seated position, almost as if he was meditating. There’s a Saiyan if I ever saw one. He’s completely unaware of the horrors of his actions.
I know how he feels.
“Kakarot,” I speak softly, my voice portraying, for once, my true mood.
He looks up at me and smiles, no, he smirks. “I was wondering when you would come find me,” he says.
“I have a proposition for you…” I begin, but he stands up and stops me.
“No, I have questions,” he demands.
“Fine,” I say, crossing my arms. For once I am put off by how aggressive he is behaving.
“I want answers, and I won’t let you convince me to forget about it any longer,” he responds decisively. He comes closer, and although his body language is nonthreatening, his eyes are piercing into mine, as though he knows something I do not.
I simply nod.
Then he asks, the question bursting forth as if it’s been building up inside of him, “You never told me what we were talking about before all of this happened. Don’t tell me this was just some strange accident…”
At first, I don’t answer. I don’t know why.
He adds, speaking with a firmer tone than before, “Piccolo and Gohan both said that you and I were once rivals, but that changed over time… Did it, though? Did I… say something to you that pissed you off?”
“Yes,” I reply, completely honest.
His eyes widen and light up, and he asks, “What happened? I just want to know…”
My heart jumps into my throat. I am certain that I am giving myself away even without words, but I think he deserves to know the truth, and even as I wonder at myself, I give it to him, and explain, “You came to my house and invited me out for the day. I knew there was something else to it. I knew you had something to say, but you were hesitating to say it. I eventually got it out of you. You told me that you wanted to leave the planet, that you were bored, and you wanted to go off travelling the universe alone. You said you wanted to tell me first, and that you thought that I might understand…”
His demeanor changed suddenly, and he asks, “And… You didn’t want me to leave?”
I reply, “I wanted to go with you.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?!” he asks, glaring at me. “Vegeta?! I asked you to go with me the other day and you said you would! Why couldn’t you have just said it then?”
I withdraw back into myself, falling back into the habit, and respond, “Damn it, Kakarot! I just couldn’t! Don’t you think I’ve been wondering that myself?! You took me by surprise!!”
We are at a stalemate, both of us pondering one another on various levels and in so many ways.
“Am I so unlike I was before?” He finally asks me.
“I don’t think so, not really. The others do. But, to me, you’re just… more Saiyan,” I reply, not knowing how else to put his actions, as a whole, into a fitting description.
“I have learned more of my past last night… but I still don’t understand,” he admits, and then confesses, “I feel as though there is no place for me here, anymore, Vegeta. Can’t you see that? Even if there once was a purpose for me here, that purpose is out of my reach. My children are grown, my friends are all strangers, I have no job, no lover, or at least, no one who’s my equal… and worst of all, I have no memories! Why should I stay and try to make amends? Why should I feel discomforted by what I’ve done?”
“What you’ve done…?!” I growl, but I’m overly frustrated with him and so I say, “Kakarot! The things you did were not necessary! That much I will begrudge you of a little shame.” I glare, but then I add, “Still I would not ask that you show me your embarrassment. That is your burden to bear, if it turns into one at all,” I sigh, and then, reaching into my pocket, I pull out a large capsule and hold it up to him.
“What is that?” he asks.
“I told you I have a proposition for you. This is a ship. Would you still like to leave? You and I can go and never look back.”
“Vegeta… but you…”
“Have a home here? Please, Kakarot, do not pretend to know anything about me now. You and I, it seems, are only just getting to know one another.”
“I am still angry, Vegeta. I am still torn apart,” he barks.
“That anger never goes away, Kakarot.”
He sighs, and for a moment he looks like his former self.
Silence is between us once again.
I have said my peace; the rest is up to him. But I am a little confused. What did he learn of his past last night? And how?
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