[ANNI-24] MEMORIES

– What do you do with them? – KILVNABADORITE asked, shattering the ceramic silence.

CHARIOT looked at him confused, his airheaded mind abruptly pulled out of water.

– With.. what?

KILVNABADORITE sighed and shook his heads, smiling tiredly while closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows.

– Your memories. – he replied, crossing his arms – You said you want to give him his body back in the exact state it was. – he tilted his heads.

CHARIOT blinked, stunned, at him. He always became surprised with how much KILVNABADORITE paid attention.

Maybe he should have become accustomed to it by now.

– That's.. a good question. – he said, staring back emptily at the pile of papers in front of him, releasing some notes over it – I haven't figured it out yet. 

He thought for a couple of seconds, the air above him becoming heavier.

– I think I'll just.. Remove them. You know.. – he shrugged loosely without looking back at him – Separate what is mine, what is his.

KILVNABADORIT frowned slightly, pondering.

– Does that not put yours at risk?

CHARIOT closed his eyes, containing a sigh.

– ..How so?

– Nothing will happen to what you leave untouched. – KILVNABADORITE said, looking firmly at CHARIOT’S back, knowing he knew he was staring – Separating and transporting memories..? A lot could go wrong in the process. A process you have no idea of what it will be like, mind you.

CHARIOT looked up, sighing deeply.

– ..You know I think about that every passing second of my life. – he said tiredly? Angrily?

KILVNABADORITE stood still. He had never heard CHARIOT’S voice sound like this - it cracked.

It made him think of the gemstone CHARIOT sought, for some reason.

– So I do ask you, – CHARIOT continued, turning around and resting his arm on the back of the chair and looking at KILVNABADORITE with a painful expression – what do you want to achieve by bringing this up to me all the time?

KILVNABADORITE’S position relaxed, along with his heart sinking.

He sighed sorrowfully - he wished CHARIOT would understand without him having to explain.

– I want – KILVNABADORITE started, organizing the papers on CHARIOT’S desk – to someday ask you about this – he looked at his friend with a stern expression – and have the answer be about yourself.

CHARIOT’S tiredness left room for the confusion that overtook him. 

He watched  KILVNABADORITE organize his papers delicately and leave with a somber expression, not being able to articulate anything to say.