[ It'd be fascinating if it wasn't so weird.

And painful. It's sharp, like a little knife, pricking against the inside of his chest. Just oh so gently mentioning his betrayal. It hurts.

But... he doesn't remember. And to be frank, Gaelio isn't sure if that's a bad thing. No, it's bad. It has to be.

Behind his mask he's grinding his teeth, but it doesn't pass the filter in the helmet. ]

I died, once. But I remember every moment of it as vividly as the day it happened.

[ drama queen... that said, he does believe that he doesn't remember, strangely enough. ]

I needed to know if you were hiding it, is all.