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Even as he stood there, he could think of nothing to say. The other did not move, remaining where he stopped, and Aningan almost wondered if he was making a mistake. Did he truly know this male, or did he only wish to know him? Weary, he drew his tongue across his maw, thinking—thinking and thinking, wondering to himself silently whilst diving around through his own memories. He knew he recognised his face, he knew he’d known this stranger at some point, but where—why could he not recall more than that alone?

When finally the northerner spoke, all he could manage to say was, “You’re not Caiaphas.” An obvious statement. Terribly, painfully obvious. But… “But… I know you?” it came as a question, a wavering lilt to his voice. “Who are you?” Someone he once knew, seen primarily in passing—but someone he knew, in the back of his mind, that he should have remembered better.