[OS... Sinclair has a feeling he knows what that stands for. But he can't accept it. Because it implies so many things. He takes another step back, anxiety warring with bitter frustrations]
I don't have a good memory, you see.
[Fractured like a broken mirror, pieces almost impossible to put together again. He turns to face Oria, meets his gaze for a short moment and jumps,because he understands now why Oria wanted to just run.]
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[OS... Sinclair has a feeling he knows what that stands for. But he can't accept it. Because it implies so many things. He takes another step back, anxiety warring with bitter frustrations]
I don't have a good memory, you see.
[Fractured like a broken mirror, pieces almost impossible to put together again. He turns to face Oria, meets his gaze for a short moment and jumps,because he understands now why Oria wanted to just run.]