Remembering
He tries.
He tries to remember.
"...you remembered..."
She sighs lightly.
"You remember who I am, right? Eisuke-kun?"
He looks away.
"No," he breathes.
He does not remember.
She hesitates. The next question she is instructed to ask would hurt.
If the answer was positive.
"Do you... remember Sister..?"
He picks up the tone in her voice. It trembles.
At least he hasn't forgotten how to lie.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone like this - without knowing the full story, without being able to remember everything.
"No," he murmurs again.
She exhales sharply. Relief creeps onto her features.
She was jealous, he could tell.
But again, he had no idea why.
He tries. He tries to remember.
Why he's sitting here with a cute daemon, why he can't recall so many memories.
Why he feels so much older when he barely feels fifteen.
Why, why, why.
But never once does he show that panic.
Her eyes flicker from the scroll to him.
She cannot bear to ask the next questions on the list.
She knows it is too hard.
Because he can't remember.
And he's in pain - she knows, she can tell.
And she wonders why she asked her mentor to train her to such lengths, to polish her skills so much, she can decipher emotions effortlessly.
Her head bows, unintentionally, and her eyes tear.
Every human-daemon relationship is cursed to be this way, isn't it?