A little later...






Silren: You always change Razkil's hair, but does he not have long hair?
Seph: You like him with long hair? *grin*



Silren: I want to see him with hair like mine.
Razkil: I have a long wig. But it's downstairs.
Seph: I'll go get it.


A short while later...



Silren: Yes...hair like this. You look like before...
Razkil: . . .



Silren: The hair's the same, but not these eyes...
Razkil: Do you Seph to change my eyes too?
Seph: You know him with the red eyes, don't you, Silren?



Silren: Yes. Those eyes. The ones he was using when my body arrived here.
Seph: Tell me more about you! And your life with Razkil before.
Razkil: I want to know too. So that I can remember you...



Silren: But are you sure you don't remember me? You who I have always been a part of...



Silren: I always played in your hair...



Silren: You were my home...and I was your constant companion...



Seph: *worried* Maybe we should leave remembering for another day...
Errand: Yeah, Razkil. I'm sure you'll remember sooner or later...
Razkil: . . .



Razkil: My hair... You slept in my hair when you were tired... And at night, you lit my way...
Silren: Yes. And when you laid to rest, I would sing you to sleep. You remember!
Razkil: You were smaller then. I remember saying goodbye...and you left...
Silren: You don't have to feel bad about that. I'm here now as well...



Seph and Errand feeling a bit left out...



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