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"Yes, but they already know what their power is and remember how they died. Yours is a special case."
She sighed, looking tired. "I know."
"I know, but still. How much did you forget?"
She nodded. "Alright. I'll be here."
He squinted at her.
He glanced back. "Why wouldn't it?"
She glanced over at him, her expression that of adoration and worry.
She frowned, heading into her workshop. "Well I would think you do."
She chuckled, squeezing his hand before pulling away. "I'll go set your outfit."
"It's still not fair."
He folded his arms again, tilting his head. "..Alright. Come along," he replied, beginning to walk.
She squinted at him. "Okay. What's your name?"
She got up to kiss his cheek. "I think you'd be okay."
He grumbled under his breath.
"Would you rather me personally help you find your power?"
She sighed, getting her things together reluctantly.
"..I don't what to call him."
She chuckled. "Your welcome."
"Somewhat?"
He returned a moment later. "She will help you."
