Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190202043812/@comment-26892768-20190203010310

(oof I missed that)

And Filia just keeps running until she's a good distance away from the castle, panting as she sits down on a rock, not even caring about how uncomfortable it is.

There's a moment of silence.

"...well. That was something, ain't it?" Samson remarks.

Filia is silent.

Samson sighs. "Kid, I've known you for a good year now. I know how you tick. I know I can be...secretive. Manipulative, even, according to some people. And I definitely know I'm the last person who should be comforting you right now. But...talk to me, and I'll try my best, alright?"

A few more moments of silence. "...Samson? Did you know me...before?"

Samson tries to resist opening his mouth, and Filia notices, sighing. "I know what you said before, about only knowing me when you turned up on my head, but...look, if you did know me, be honest...was I...bad?"

Samson is silent for a moment, and then he starts chuckling. "Kid, when you and I formally met, you were what, fifteen? That ain't a lot of time to do something crazy like, I don't know...become a cultist. But. If you really want to know...I think your worst crime was being a bit insensitive. Like, as far as I know, you were a bit spoiled before you got me stuck to your head. Can you believe it? But even if you did gain your memories back...doesn't erase the memories you had with me on you. Doesn't erase those hardships you had to face. If I had to bet, that guy didn't even have his memories gone for a day."

Filia smiles. "Thanks..."

Samson grins in response. "No problem, kid."

The satisfaction is almost enough to outweigh the guilt.

Almost.

But he's good at acting.

As the sound of galloping comes closer, Jolyne and Trish slowly come to a halt, turning around in confusion.

"What the hell? Why is that guy on a horse?" Jolyne asks.