“I could bathe you,” I said to Fray, as she paced by the borders of the yellow savannah. “You might enjoy that.”
Fray glared at me. “Why in all fuckery,” she said angrily, “would I allow you to do such a thing?”
“In the past you-”
“There is no past! Stop your fantasies, you vile creature! I have only just been captured, my world has been destroyed. And it happened just a few months ago. You talk as if-no, we do not know each other! You are simply some strange alien monster with whom I am trapped!”
“You remember nothing?” I said, sadly.
“There is nothing to remember!” Fray roared. “Don’t lie! Don’t tell these lies!”
Lirilla too had no past memories of me; nor did Lardoi, or Miaris, or Raoild, or Biark, Sahashs, Loramas, Thugor, Amur, Kairi, Wapax, Fiymean, or Krakkka; nor many others of those who had fought that day and died at Sharrock’s behest. Only Quipu and I and a sprinkling of others could bear witness to the events of the day. The rest had been resurrected as the creatures they were when their worlds were first lost.
And so I was living with utter strangers who had been my intimate companions for centuries.