[ D'Artagnan doesn't answer for a moment. He's been thinking about that too, turning it over in his mind.
They'd been home. He'd remembered nothing of this place. None of the people. Not even Ajna, which he had thought was burned into his mind for all time. ]
Are you so sure it was them?
[ That mist hadn't been normal. Something had been in it. His thoughts are organised enough by now to remember it. In fact, he's been thinking of it over, and over again, trying to make sense of it. Something had been in it.
Something with wings. ]
It wouldn't be the first time this camp's been invaded.
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They'd been home. He'd remembered nothing of this place. None of the people. Not even Ajna, which he had thought was burned into his mind for all time. ]
Are you so sure it was them?
[ That mist hadn't been normal. Something had been in it. His thoughts are organised enough by now to remember it. In fact, he's been thinking of it over, and over again, trying to make sense of it. Something had been in it.
Something with wings. ]
It wouldn't be the first time this camp's been invaded.