It’s literally the least that I can fucking do.
I am glad that it meant that I got to know Dimitri better. That was a bonus that I hadn’t been expecting when I set out for justice last night. Now that I’m not in that violent haze, I am curious to know howhe knew that I was going to pay Joe a visit. Whether he knew it was me who was going to do it, or whether he just knew that one of us was going to do it. I didn’t end up showing as much of my magic to Dimitri as I thought I was going to. A part of me wonders if he already knows what I am though.
He seems to know far more than he should, and neither Coen nor Neith has mentioned that he has any sort of precog, although they didn’t know about his illusion ability or that he could teleport himself like he can, so it’s highly possible that they don’t know and he does.
Also, how the fuck does he do that? How does he leave the prison so easily? I’ve been there, I’ve felt the heavy suppressive magic, he shouldn’t be able to get out.
It’s a mystery, and it’s fucking intriguing.
Meeting him has also made me curious about whether Neith realizes the true lengths that he will go to defend her and keep her safe.
Dimitri is a surprise.
I can’t remember the last time that I encountered a hellhound. They are legends, and he shouldn’t exist. The knowledge that I assume I was taught because I definitely know it, is more speculation than actual knowledge.
Although now the knowledge of his multiple forms is confirmed, I guess.
I’m surprised that he so readily showed me that he is a hellhound. That definitely wouldn’t be something that I would be sharing with someone who I have met briefly only a handful of times.
Hell, I still haven’t told the others what kind of supernatural creature I am, and I’ve said several times that I consider them family already. The thing is, I am in a similar situation to him. He is mostlikely the last of his kind, at least as far as I am aware, and I am ninety-eight percent sure that I am the very last of my kind.
There is always a chance that I have been made to forget something important. Actually, scratch that, I know I have been made to forget important things, a lot of important things. What I mean is that I may have forgotten important knowledge, and not just have forgotten who I am and anything that could give me a hint as to who I am.
“Are you alright, man?” River asks me quietly as the others carry on their conversation, and Neith grumbles about it being cold.
I smile and answer honestly, “Better than I have been for a long time. The only thing that could make it perfect would be if I could remember everything or hell, anything.”
River nods, “Yeah, I can’t even begin to imagine how fucking annoying it must be not to remember things. Let alone to know that you know the information, but not be able to access it.”
“I’ve been thinking about ways that we can help you access your memories,” Raiden says as he moves back to walk with River and me.
“You have?” I ask, unable to hide the surprise in my tone. The kindness and acceptance of these men is always surprising me, and Neith, well, almost everything she does is unexpected to me.
Raiden smiles, “Of course I have. It’s bothering you, so I want to try and fix it. Although, to be fair, I would probably want to try and fix it regardless of whether or not it was bothering you, since it’s a pretty unique problem. I really love figuring out unique problems.”
“It’s dangerous too, isn’t it?” River asks with a heavy frown, “Messing around with people’s minds.”
I nod, “Yes, it’s extremely dangerous. More so to fix rather than to take memories in the first place because the mind has already beenmessed with once, which is risky enough, so to go in again increases the risks tenfold.”
Raiden nods in agreement, “Exactly, and don’t worry, I’m not suggesting that we do anything that would be that invasive.”
“I wouldn’t be entirely opposed to that,” I reply.
“Absolutely fucking not,” Neith calls back over her shoulder and then carries on her conversation with Reed and Coen as if she hadn’t said anything at all.
Van looks back at me and smirks, “What she said.”
I raise my eyebrows.
Raiden grins, “We don’t put our lives at risk, or Neith will resurrect us, and we will be in a whole heap of trouble.”
Something inside me stirs.
I shiver, “I don’t think I’ll risk that.”
“Smart man,” Neith calls back, a smirk playing around the edges of her lips as her eyes connect with mine.
Fucking hell, she’s going to be my undoing.
