My mind swirled with endless possibilities at the insinuation. Ignoring the part where she looked at me with what I really didn't like to interpret as genuine longing, if I appeared like a madman spouting nonsense words that only made sense to me, then the possibility of my memories already being utilized by this man was astronomically high. I knew a lot of stuff, well, mostly references that constantly flew over people's heads. If that was the case then, what more for a person that hailed from the middle ages? Now that I thought about it, it was already a miracle that this guy was even alive in the first place. Olden peoples didn't appreciate their beliefs being spat at by the face of logic and science based on what I knew. And if I did exactly that, then surely the authorities would've already branded me a heretic or something else that was equivalent to the fact.
Huh... I guess I now knew just why I was in this sorry state to begin with.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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