[ The look he gives her is perplexed, almost incredulous, like he doesn't believe how she can simply laugh off their kidnapping—but maybe she's just hiding her feelings, and he can't really judge her for that.
He scoffs at the question. Does he remember? Boy, does he remember. If he didn't, he'd go back to being that sweet little naive puppet that trusted everyone and anyone. He'd go back to forgetting his sins, and he didn't want that. ]
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He scoffs at the question. Does he remember? Boy, does he remember. If he didn't, he'd go back to being that sweet little naive puppet that trusted everyone and anyone. He'd go back to forgetting his sins, and he didn't want that. ]
What, you don't?