<span style="font-style: italic">What... Just happened? Did he just call me "Scar"? Where did that come from?</span><br/><br/>"If it was forty years ago, then no... It wouldn't ring any bells," She responded ruefully, "I can't remember anything past three years ago. Sorry."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I had a friend once? I didn't know I could do that...</span><br/><br/>"As far as I'm aware, I've never been to Obsidian... Nor have I ever met you. Or Giovani." She stopped suddenly, "Wait, what? Who's Giovani? And where the hell did I pull that name from?" She put a hand to her head, frowning. Odd, it felt like there was a memory there, waiting to be recalled, but when she reached for it... Nothing. Scarlet shook her head, "Regardless, I don't remember you, or your talking swor- wait, how the fuck did I know you have a talking sword? ...DO you have a talking sword?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What. The actual. Hell.</span>