No, not often. It's only happened once before. [ He corrects the assumption with a fleetingly wistful smile. A distinct shift in the conversation's mood, slightly out of place with the intense game of tug-of-war between J's open flirtation and D's budding frustration over his blatant attention. ] Thanks to that little trip, it feels like deja vu with what's happening here: Opposing sides, the end of the world, impossible promises.

These made an appearance there, too. [ J lifts his eyes to direct D's gaze at the shard resting upon his forehead. Something to do with his arrival has left a few of the finer points distinctly fuzzy. Pieces missing from his memory like the incomplete details of an old photograph, where the features of those around you are smudged enough to forget who they had been or why they had mattered enough to be included. It's a strange sense of loss when J has always been cursed with remembering too much throughout his excessively lengthy life with the kind of clarity that refuses to be softened by the passage of time. For the most part, he does recall the bulk of his experience in his prior stay in another world. The sum total of that is more than enough to elaborate on. ]

I'm old hat to this sort of thing by now, but you don't seem to be all that shaken up by what's going on either. [ Which suggests D's been here a while or it implies the attire that screams mercenary means he doesn't mind being recruited into the heart of a festering grudge between two powerful enemies. ]