[ He nods along absently; yeah, yeah, smells and tastes triggering memories makes sense. If he didn't read that somewhere once himself, then he probably heard it somewhere. Possibly this exact moment, but it sounds right?
But she's right — it also doesn't matter. What matters is what Grace says next, and at first, it's all Amos can do but blink.
Stare. His arms fall to his sides, empty plate dangling from one of his hands, the idea of food forgotten. Because what she says sounds nuts, but... ]
Yeah? God of what? [ The curiosity in his voice is genuine; he probably shouldn't, but he believes her. ] You grow up like that, slowly getting memories back, or is it only happening now?
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But she's right — it also doesn't matter. What matters is what Grace says next, and at first, it's all Amos can do but blink.
Stare. His arms fall to his sides, empty plate dangling from one of his hands, the idea of food forgotten. Because what she says sounds nuts, but... ]
Yeah? God of what? [ The curiosity in his voice is genuine; he probably shouldn't, but he believes her. ] You grow up like that, slowly getting memories back, or is it only happening now?