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[uberchickmagnet]

[Unbeknownst to Diarmuid, he had no idea what was going on at the time. If anything, he hardly payed little attention about today, as he was concentrating on his bartending like always.

However, upon passing Lancer, there...was something not quite right. He didn't know what, but a look of concern adorned his face as he approached his blue-haired idol.]

Is something the matter, my good fellowman?

[riastrad_ridire]

Wh-

[Diarmuid. He'd know which was the right set of memories, wouldn't he? But could Lancer really trust his word? What if he was just as wrong as wherever the false set of memories were coming from?]

I...something's wrong. I can't--I know that like I've lived here my whole life, but there's another part of me saying I'm wrong and that I...that there's something else.

..Diarmuid, who exactly am I? You know that much, right?

[uberchickmagnet]

[The Fianna knight raised a brow.]

You are the Prince of Light, Cu Chulainn, the greatest hero of our country, Ireland.

[A simple enough answer that should've sufficed. But, he had a feeling that it wasn't going to be so easy.]

...has something happened to you, Cu Chulainn?

[riastrad_ridire]

...I don't know. Something--stupid town has to be doing something to me.

[He remembered Ireland, sure. Remembered his parents, his comrades, the one friend he'd ever had--and at the same time he remembered a completely parallel life in Mayfield. His family,something Lancer knew should have been a foreign concept to him and yet it wasn't.]

[Scowling, Lancer pressed his hands to his head and shut his eyes tightly. He had to focus, he knew Diarmuid was right and yet at the same time believed he must have been wrong.]

I can't--I can't forget. I can't, I--this isn't right, I never lived here.

[uberchickmagnet]

[There was a rather awkward silence for a moment. Though Diarmuid has encountered abnormalities here and there in his life, he had never encountered such a phenomenon before. Amnesia was his first thought, but that couldn't be it; he'd have to completely forget who, what, and where he was for it to ring true.

Cautiously, he put a hand on Lancer's shoulder. In the very least, he hoped it would give some form of reassurance.]

Try and search further in your mind? Maybe that'll help?

[riastrad_ridire]

...

[He took a breath to try and stop the impending headache, speaking as calmly as he could.]

Look, it's like...I remember my own life and my time as a Servant, but at the same time... There's a whole second set of memories that are every bit as real, telling me I've lived in this town for my whole life. I know one has to be wrong, but how can I really figure out what's going on when neither of them seems like a lie?

[uberchickmagnet]

Hmm, is that so? Well, then...

[He bit his lip for a second as his grip grew firmer.]

Surely you'll be able to sort it out? I mean, your memories about your life in Ireland and your time as a Servant come first, so obviously it means that those second 'fake' memories are a lie?

[riastrad_ridire]

I don't know, Diarmuid. One second those are what I can focus on, but then the other ones start coming back and I forget everything else. I forgot my own wife's name earlier, not to mention I can't remember a language I'm almost sure I should be able to speak.

It feels like I've lived through two lifetimes and I just can't work out which one's actually right.