[If you go into the forest today, Vatheonites, you might see a very strange sight.
Sitting on a bench in the forest is one Anthony J. Crowley, though he doesn't remember his name and would probably tell you his name was Crawly if you asked, because that's the only name he remembers. And on his back are two beautiful black wings, perfectly groomed.
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Walking through the park, still looking tatty, she comes across Crowley and just... Listens. When he buries his head in her hands she walks over, her throat dry. Crowley has forgotten... Everything? Who he is, where he was... Her. Biting her lip, she reaches out and presses her hand against his lightly. ]
... Crowley-san?
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...Is that my name? Well, I'll forget it in a heartbeat, just you wait.
I know you, don't I?
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It's okay. I'll remind you. [ She manages to push a stronger smile onto her lips. ] Yes! We're friends. Good friends.
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Friend? That's good. I haven't heard from anyone else that they're my friend...
[And then his look turns to one of worry.] Tell me, am I a bad person? Am I really Fallen, as everyone keeps telling me?
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You know... it pains me to see you with such a sad face, dear.
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Erm...thank you, I guess. Do I know you?
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Does the name... Bayonetta ring any bells, my dear?
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Not really, no.
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... I think.
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Those are good words. Let's hope that they're true.
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I...want this to be over.
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Well, well... the demon's on hard times, huh~?
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Please don't call me that. I believe I'm more of an angel than a demon, really. Isn't that what demons are? Fallen angels?
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Nope~!
[ And that's all the answer he gives, unhelpful as ever. ]
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