Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

He almost laughed at her words - the cut off sentence. She had mistaken him for someone else, it was clear. He did not really care, to be honest, but she looked so familiar, and her scent was one he recognised. Who was she? He had to know. There was this hazy memory in his mind - one that included her, but why he could not figure out. The very idea of this misplaced memory seemed to mock him - it drove him insane. "What's your name?" Neo inquired quite suddenly, with a perhaps harsh tone but there was curiousity sparkling in his eyes. He needed answers.

While he waited for an answer, the Spiderling took a moment to glance at her coat, seeing if it might bring back any thoughts. Again, he recognised it, but still could not figure out why, or where from. So infuriating it was. Even her eyes, emerald green, sparked something within him, begging for him to remember, but he just couldn't. He hated that. The boy flicked his tail, frowning as he fought to bring back whatever memories he had buried, simply so that he could stop this constant, irritating prod at his mind.