foggy memories and fading ghosts

[Jefferson Soul]

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wc364 escape is never the safest path So there were related after all, he realized. The hybrid dropped his guard to focus on his spiraling thoughts--it was all still coming at him too quickly. His name, his birthplace, his family. His name was connected to too many people. His family was gigantic and so dispersed, it was as if everyone he looked at was potentially bound by blood. His home had once been a happy place, but his hopes in ever finding it were demolished with the burnt grounds so far away. He'd heard about the great fire of Bleeding Souls. He'd hoped that he'd never somehow be a part of it or somehow be involved with it. Jefferson committed many sins in his lifetime, most of which he could not remember... and the last thing he wanted was to have been a part of what destroyed so many lives and memories. He cringed. He knew nothing about his father anymore, but there was a vague relation between he and Iskata. It was enough to make things a little uncomfortable, but Jefferson played it off. He was more interested in other things, to be exact. But when she mumbled his identity in sudden realization, his eye instantly averted. The hybrid had hoped to keep that under binds for at least the time being, when he could slowly find more out without making a fuss. He didn't know who Maluki was, he just knew he was the same person. Whatever Maluki had done was now on his already waned and busied shoulders. Technically speaking, it could be his end as well. He shrugged his shoulders, emitting a small, weary laugh. "I thought the similarities between Laruku and I were coincidental... Half-brothers bearing similar scars from afar." The words were put out there lightheartedly, but it was obvious that suddenly, this idea of a 'past life' was not settling with the hybrid well. He cleared his throat and shook off the feeling, but never directly responded to her query. "What happened to Colibri? Acid? ...What happened to ..Maluki?" He could not yet identify this Maluki as himself, somehow, even if the knowledge was there. He was used to being Jefferson... not anyone else.

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