[ Fenris sits beside Koon, full of conflicting feelings. He still doesn't know what this man is to him, really. He can't hate him--he doesn't remember enough for that. He wants to, though. He wants to understand what he's lost. Koon might be the key to that, or he might not. Either way, Fenris doesn't want to see him waste away from this illness. ]
Be still. I'll bring you some water.
[ This he does, quickly and dutifully. A frisson of deja vu runs through him as he hands over the cup. Had he done this before, somewhere in the opaque mists of his past? The familiarity is like an itch on his skin, small but irritating. ]
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Be still. I'll bring you some water.
[ This he does, quickly and dutifully. A frisson of deja vu runs through him as he hands over the cup. Had he done this before, somewhere in the opaque mists of his past? The familiarity is like an itch on his skin, small but irritating. ]