[The conflicting memories are fading to the back of his mind, but it's still a lot to take in. His face isn't wrecked, he isn't human, never was-- well not in Ryslig. The arachne's eyes wander to the disarray and destruction that befell the room. That doesn't quite match up, among other contradictions, but that's all right. Everything is all right because he, Flug- Ha! To think he remembered his own name regardless!- is here and the-- the hat man- Black Hat? Black Hat is real!]
"It. It feels like it's been a while since I've been here." [A lifetime, in some ways.]
"I. uh, I missed you." [The scientist fiddles his fingers; ah-- gotta remember they're claws now. That's right, he wears something for that-- somewhat nervously. Perhaps a tiny part of his addled mind is afraid the situation still isn't what he thinks it is. He reaches into his pocket to retrieve the pair of yellow gloves he knows will be there.]
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The arachne's eyes wander to the disarray and destruction that befell the room. That doesn't quite match up, among other contradictions, but that's all right. Everything is all right because he, Flug- Ha! To think he remembered his own name regardless!- is here and the-- the hat man- Black Hat? Black Hat is real!]
"It. It feels like it's been a while since I've been here." [A lifetime, in some ways.]
"I. uh, I missed you." [The scientist fiddles his fingers; ah-- gotta remember they're claws now. That's right, he wears something for that-- somewhat nervously. Perhaps a tiny part of his addled mind is afraid the situation still isn't what he thinks it is. He reaches into his pocket to retrieve the pair of yellow gloves he knows will be there.]
"H-handsome boss..?"