Sunny tried to evade the question a few more times, but it was too important to Cassie. She stubbornly returned to it no matter what he said, forgetting his answers a few moments later. Watching her lost expression was eerie and a little heartbreaking, like talking to someone suffering from dementia.
“So, tell me… are you?”
Sunny reminded himself to be patient. There were many suitable ways to prevent her from voicing the question. He just needed to find the correct one.
“Yes, I am. But…”
Cassie was stunned, then confused, then tense once more.
“Maybe I should distract her with a revelation or two about what is going on in Ravenheart?”
However, in the end, he did not have to.
Somehow, Cassie did not repeat herself again. Instead, she shifted slightly, reached for her tea cup, and traced its shape with her finger. Her face froze, and she fell quiet.
After a few moments of silence, Cassie said evenly:
“…My tea is cold.”
Sunny tilted his head a little. Then, his eyes gleamed in the darkness.
It seemed that there was no need to guide her away from the question, after all.
“So soon?”
Cassle was smart. She could not remember that which was forgotten, but she noticed the change in the temperature of her tea. Therefore, instead of remembering, she simply deduced that something had been erased from her memory.
The gears of her formidable mind were spinning now, connecting the negative space in her memory with the details of the conversation they were having. Observing the void and inferring its meaning.
Knowing Cassie, there were countless conjectures being formed in her head. Dozens of theories were being built, scrutinized, and discarded. Only those that could not be effectively disproven remained, leading to several parallel branches of assumptions. Those assumptions were then pitted against each other, turning into conclusions.
The conclusions were used to extrapolate what, exactly, she had forgotten.
“…Too smart, maybe.”
It was a little scary.
Sunny did not say anything, carefully exploring his own emotions. If he was right, then Cassie not only knew that a person was missing from the world, but also deduced that he was that person, or at least connected to them.
She would not be sure, but suspect it strongly.
And he… he had come closer to being known to someone than he had ever been since leaving the Nightmare. Of course, there was a vast difference between a suspicion and a memory — but it was precisely because Cassle's Inference was based solely on deduction and not remembrance that she could retain It.
The taste of his tea was suddenly incredibly fragrant. Sunny drank it silently.
None of them spoke for a long time.
Cassie's delicate face was full of somber intensity, but she did not rush to ask him any questions. She couldn't. Because asking him about all the things she wanted to know would only result in her forgetting the answers.
It was an odd situation.
Eventually, she sighed and turned away. A few moments later, Cassie asked, her voice a little strange:
“Would you… like to look into my eyes?”
He was startled by the question.
“Where did that come from?”
Sunny hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
“I'm honestly not sure. Why are you asking?”
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