Atem resisted the urge to chuckle despite himself. The stranger certainly had an interesting outlook for sure, a welcome optimism in the grey. He'd missed that sort of thing. Still, the weight of it all troubled him.
He paused, fingers moving to touch the delicate surface of the egg again. "I think I've risked too many." He said softly, but with a small joking edge to imply the comment wasn't as deep as it'd sounded.
He drew in a breath as the other continued to speak, relaxing his posture somewhat and moving his hands to his sides. He agreed with him, memories could be fickle. His own especially; and he wasn't willing to find out what else rode on the weight of his name. And really, what did he remember at all? "It's not the first time I've remembered something or someone completely incorrectly." Not a complete lie, and suddenly a bitter laugh escaped him. No, this wasn't strange for him at all.
He nodded, taking the stranger's hand in a firm grip. "We should work to discern what's real and what isn't. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lea. I'm Atem."
No titles, no regal fineries or proper form. Just a name. A memory. Some days he felt as though it was easier that way, and it went against almost everything else he knew. He had to remove the weight.
No it's fine I've had life kill me the past week
He paused, fingers moving to touch the delicate surface of the egg again. "I think I've risked too many." He said softly, but with a small joking edge to imply the comment wasn't as deep as it'd sounded.
He drew in a breath as the other continued to speak, relaxing his posture somewhat and moving his hands to his sides. He agreed with him, memories could be fickle. His own especially; and he wasn't willing to find out what else rode on the weight of his name. And really, what did he remember at all? "It's not the first time I've remembered something or someone completely incorrectly." Not a complete lie, and suddenly a bitter laugh escaped him. No, this wasn't strange for him at all.
He nodded, taking the stranger's hand in a firm grip. "We should work to discern what's real and what isn't. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lea. I'm Atem."
No titles, no regal fineries or proper form. Just a name. A memory. Some days he felt as though it was easier that way, and it went against almost everything else he knew. He had to remove the weight.