Memories are fragile things, aren't they?
[As he watches the train--and Souji--disappear into the distance, Merlin lightly brushes a hand over his pocket, feeling the familiar shape of the glasses even through the fabric. He'd had a similar, if not identical pair, back in Johto, when he was still staying with Souji at the Centre, but that one was lost to him.
It's strange, knowing so much about these people, when they don't even remember him. Still, Merlin knows better than to complain; having his friends back, memories or not, is infinitely better than being alone like before.
Once the train's no longer in their range of sight, he turns to the others, lips quirking into a small smile.] We should probably be heading back, yeah?
It's strange, knowing so much about these people, when they don't even remember him. Still, Merlin knows better than to complain; having his friends back, memories or not, is infinitely better than being alone like before.
Once the train's no longer in their range of sight, he turns to the others, lips quirking into a small smile.] We should probably be heading back, yeah?