[ Surprisingly, it's concern that triggers a different set of memories, conflicting with the ones he owns — not necessarily the words that are spoken. Fenris isn't Fenris, but a dark haired boy with wide, brown eyes, someone intensely unfitting of the setting he is ( should be? ) in.
Concern written, obviously on his face, eyebrows knit together. Koon blinks again, and it's gone. ] I—
[ Koons eyes widen before they rest back in familiarity, and for once in his life he's at a loss for words. That's to vivid to be some kind of weird hallucination, too real. The thought unsettles him more than anything else.
For once, the words he speaks are incredibly honest. ] Just my head. It— rings.
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Concern written, obviously on his face, eyebrows knit together. Koon blinks again, and it's gone. ] I—
[ Koons eyes widen before they rest back in familiarity, and for once in his life he's at a loss for words. That's to vivid to be some kind of weird hallucination, too real. The thought unsettles him more than anything else.
For once, the words he speaks are incredibly honest. ] Just my head. It— rings.