[It actually takes Bigby a moment on account of the scenario being eerily familiar, but... no. No, this isn't his memory, even if it makes him tense up momentarily. Despite the similarities, he'd spent decades in his own torment to know the building intimately.
This is not his.
He looks at Lysithea, brows knitted in concern.]
Albeit it is a cruel reminder, nay; this is not a place I know.
I mean not to intrude upon anyone's memories... [He trails off, feeling he owes Lysithea an apology. This cannot be a happy recollection.]
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This is not his.
He looks at Lysithea, brows knitted in concern.]
Albeit it is a cruel reminder, nay; this is not a place I know.
I mean not to intrude upon anyone's memories... [He trails off, feeling he owes Lysithea an apology. This cannot be a happy recollection.]