""Who are you?""
He arches a brow at her reaction, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. There’s a ‘superior’ sort of air around him as there always was, the hitman seeing no point in reigning in his stifling personality even for the amnesiac.
“We’ve been through a lot together, I suppose you could say.” He’s not going to lie to her, he’s not going to hide any truths from her - what would the point be? “So obviously I know you.” And he sits up straighter, giving her his full attention.
“Your name is Lal Mirch. You were a general for COMSUBIN - which is an Italian military base, the best mind you.” He wouldn’t surround himself with anything but the best anyways.
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Reborn looks at the woman briefly; she was in a hospital bed and covered in bandages, while the hitman hadn’t been told of what happened to her, he knew that she would have memory problems.
“An acquaintance.” And he’s walking around the bed to take the seat next to her, “Do you remember your name?” He doubts she does, and he knows that he should introduce himself, but he wanted to find out the extent of her amnesia.
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—— ;; Hearing his answer to her question made her blink.
They had been through a lot together? They were that close?
She got the impression that the man before her wasn’t one to
mince his words or lie to her. So she felt that perhaps he really
did know her. Yet regardless if he knew her well or not she herself
did not know him. Nor herself at the moment even. Though the air
of ’ superiority ’ cast over him made her think the other was well
full of himself, and thought he was better then herself.
The next thing he said earned a blink from the girl as she took in
the information that he was giving her. Telling her that her name
was Lal Mirch and that she was – past tense a general for
COMSUBIN an italian military base. Which according to the other
was the best of it’s kind. Huh, somehow she let her blank look go
and turn into a more confused one.
“.. Lal Mirch ”.
She mumbled to herself, as though testing out the name. To see if
it sounded familiar at all. Nope.
“ I think you might be mistaken.
I don’t remember any of that”.
She answered, finding it hard to believe what he was telling her.
She honestly didn’t feel like she was such an extraordinary person
like she had the feeling he was trying to hint to her. Then again she
could be — but she didn’t remember any of it if she was. So it was
hard for her to believe it all. The one thing that nagged her brain though
was the fact that she didn’t know his name. He was going to remain a
stranger otherwise — or just someone who knew her.
“ And who are you? Are you part of this COMSUBIN you
think I am part of? ”