[ Ephemera crosses his arms, uneasy again. Not precisely afraid, but unsure of what he's supposed to do now or how he's meant to react. This is —
Insane, really. But so are a lot of things around here. The game is figuring out how to adapt. The answer Drake gives proves a few things. It's a line that Ephemera's used himself more than once, his foster mother having a bad sense of humor. Giving him the name he's stuck with over the years.
He wonders suddenly if Drake knows about the other one. If Drake knows —
Stop. Breathe. ]
You knew me.
[ Like before, it's not a question. Ephemera twitches. Looks away. ]
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Insane, really. But so are a lot of things around here. The game is figuring out how to adapt. The answer Drake gives proves a few things. It's a line that Ephemera's used himself more than once, his foster mother having a bad sense of humor. Giving him the name he's stuck with over the years.
He wonders suddenly if Drake knows about the other one. If Drake knows —
Stop. Breathe. ]
You knew me.
[ Like before, it's not a question. Ephemera twitches. Looks away. ]
We were....what, friends?