"It's cold in here."
I mumbled to myself as I sat on the ground with my back against the wall, my eyes closed as I rested my head against the wall.
'El?'
I thought as I called him in my mind.
[...]
'Sorry for ignoring your words.'
During my fight with Tristan, he kept trying to stop me before I did something that I would regret, bu—
[....You call that a fight? It didn't take you a minute to bring him to his knees.]
'Yeah, whatever you call that.'
[.....Are you... Azariah?]
Instead of replying, I opened my eyes as I willed my status screen to come forth.
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Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah [25], Inder Sephtis [75]
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'I...I don't know.'
I replied as I closed my eyes again.
'I don't know who I am.'
Maybe I am Inder, or maybe I am Azariah, or because of this status screen, my brain is confusing me with different personalities.
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