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This is an... an uneasy memory.
'...'
I looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. Parrotboy continued to just stare at me. Oh. Oh, this was painful. This was very painful. I knew how Shennu felt now. He tilted his head at me, quizzically. I couldn't just stay quiet.
'Are you aware this is all a memory and you're just a part of it?'
[PARROTBOY] "Huh?"
'Well, it's true, I'm afraid. This is just a memory. This world you're seeing now isn't real. It's just the pieced together recollection of an event, though what event, I don't know. All I know is that it involved you, and that's why you're here. I'm sorry to say, but you're like my friends here. You don't really... exist.'
[PARROTBOY] "Ah... Uuuh... uh..."
He backed away from me then, frowning, as if he was scared.
Parrotboy flapped his wings and looked at them, his feathers.
[PARROTBOY] "I guess you're right, senhora. I can't even make out what I'm looking at anymore..."
'You can't see yourself?'
[PARROTBOY] "I don't see feathers. I-I think I should, but I just don't. Maybe you're right, senhora. I guess I was just in denial about it..."
'You mean you know?'
[PARROTBOY] "W-Well, yea-h-hheh. If you could come to the same conclusion, I'd bet you wouldn't believe it either, senhora. Cause, you're probably like me."
[PARROTBOY] "You don't wanna fade for good, not if there's just a little left of you. Even if it is just some merda memories."
'...'
'Who killed you?'
[PARROTBOY] "Who else could it have been, senhora?"
