[ Oh, he knows that one! His smile brightens again, and he begins talking: ]
It used to be mine. My parents bought it when I was young, but I gave it away to some...one...? [ Or maybe...he doesn't know the answer to this. C-ta once again feels troubled, trying to reach into a pool of memories that...he just can't find.
He gave that rabbit away, no? Didn't he? That rabbit is important to him, C-ta knows this, but he doesn't know why. Why has he forgotten about such a special thing? Why had he given it away? To who had he given it away?!
With eyes wide in shock, he stares at the stained glass, distraught. ] ....that thing stole my memories...
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It used to be mine. My parents bought it when I was young, but I gave it away to some...one...? [ Or maybe...he doesn't know the answer to this. C-ta once again feels troubled, trying to reach into a pool of memories that...he just can't find.
He gave that rabbit away, no? Didn't he? That rabbit is important to him, C-ta knows this, but he doesn't know why. Why has he forgotten about such a special thing? Why had he given it away? To who had he given it away?!
With eyes wide in shock, he stares at the stained glass, distraught. ] ....that thing stole my memories...