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Her frown deepened. "Why?"
"I'm trying to understand," he said, sounding stressed.
Fleur was quiet, looking only sad when she saw him.
He looked confused and a little uncomfortable. "I.. I'm not sure."
"I asked first," she said with a frown.
"There's.. There's something. I don't know what."
Fleur ducked in trying to prevent the attacks. "What are you doing here?!"
He slowly relaxed. "I'll remember things soon."
Fleur frowned, pushing past to see who it was.
He tilted his head curiously as he listened.
She looked for the source of the yelling, her brows furrowed.
He frowned, leaning back. "Okay."
Fleur came out of her room, going to investigate.
"I don't know," he said with a frown. "I don't like this."
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"No," he said honestly. "I want to remember."
The door clicked behind her, and the hallway was silent.
They made it back to the camp, and he sat down heavily.
Her frown only deepened, and she headed into her room with a sigh.
She frowned. "Romero told me you did it to yourself, but.. I don't believe him."
