Through the seething mass of his mind, Volterra tries to see the logical side. What Vérzés is saying cannot possibly be true - it just
can't. No power in heaven or hell could convince the behemoth to remove his memories of Isopia, because they have made him who he is today. All the pain, all the happiness, all the untold secrets and the emotions and the friendship and the
love have forged the man that stands here now, the man with the bruised back and the spinning mind. If it wasn't for him meeting her whilst the husk of a dragon egg lay glimmering beside him, then so much about him would be different. He thinks he would be a lot
darker, for one. The things he's felt for the Mountain are things that he has never - and, he assumes,
will never - feel for another woman, and if it wasn't for those feelings then the volcanic temper, the blackened husk of rage and wrath, the battle-forged
warlord would be all that remained. Without Isopia, he would be a different beast entirely, one devoid of the humanity that only existed through his relationship with this remarkable mare.
Is it so wrong of him to think that the Mountain would follow the same thought processes? That she would understand that having your heart broken is better than it never being whole in the first place?
"Sorry," comes the humble murmur from Vérzés, and the Indomitable responds with a simple growl. He has nothing to say to the crimson liar nestling upon his back, no thoughts or emotions to spare for a creature who would make up something so horrific for the shits and giggles of it. Given the red's individual insight into Volterra's mind, he would have expected better. He could almost understand Vadir making such a thing up, due to her dislike of Isopia and the fact that she is, to put it simply, a complete bitch, but Vérzés? He'd thought better of him. He'd thought their bond was deeper than that.
You do seem to be hard to forget. That is not an answer. That is not an answer. The goliath lifts his head, his face twisted into a frown as the dragon-woman lands in front of him. He had expected her to roll her eyes and inform him that of course she remembers him, but her words do not fill him with the confidence and relief he'd expected to flood through him. The question hangs, unanswered, and doubt begins to creep through his head. "Kis hollo," he says, and his voice is unusually soft, tinged with desperation and edged with anxiety. "You....you do know who I am, don't you?" A tilt of that mammoth head, the eyes strangely darkened by the worry that has slipped upon him like a thief in the night. His dragon cannot possibly be telling the truth, can he?
On his back, Vérzés glances hopelessly up to Hubris, chirps sadly, then covers his eyes with his paws.
Volterra ignores her attempt to end the conversation - he can't leave it like this, plagued with more questions than answers. "Tell me you remember us." He tries to look her dead in the eye, his gaze unwavering despite the fact his heart suddenly seems to be trying to beat its way out of his chest, despite the great knot that has formed in his gut and twisted its way through every nerve in his body.
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