II. Found
They have been traveling together for two months. Jasper's eyes are now inky black with the smallest tint of wine red around the edges. It's strange: his voice sounds so gentle and benign, almost like a young boy's, but his eyes hold the shadow of something very sinister, a trace of ferocity. Something she knows he has been running from.
"You really don't remember a thing?" he asks her curiously as they are sitting against a wall on the roof of a tall building at night, as if looking down at all of the tiny people in the city below has brought this into his mind. "Not even a vague recollection of how it was different being human, if not any specific memories?"
She shakes her head. "It's as if I was just born. Maybe this is how everybody would feel if they could actually remember their birth...The confusion of entering the world and not knowing what got you there."
He laughs softly. "That would be something." Then he shakes his head. "I just can't imagine...You must have felt so lost."
She rests back against the wall, rolling her head to the side so it is leaning a little toward his shoulder. "Not anymore."
She thinks of what she sometimes sees in his eyes - how he would like to forget his former life and she wishes she could remember hers.