[Her face, her voice—without a means to remind himself of them, she slipped through the cracks between his fingers like the sands of time. But some things still dance along the periphery of his frayed memory, and he's stubbornly clung to her name over the centuries.
Sieghart leans back against his seat. Not that any of that matters here.]
Julia's only error was marrying me first. She should've reincarnated as somebody else by now. That's why you don't make a remotely convincing imitation.
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[Her face, her voice—without a means to remind himself of them, she slipped through the cracks between his fingers like the sands of time. But some things still dance along the periphery of his frayed memory, and he's stubbornly clung to her name over the centuries.
Sieghart leans back against his seat. Not that any of that matters here.]
Julia's only error was marrying me first. She should've reincarnated as somebody else by now. That's why you don't make a remotely convincing imitation.