"Yes, Master X." The acknowledgement of orders came almost without thinking. Still lingering close to X protectively, he turned toward the left. He wasn't one to keep his mind idle for long; perhaps a long empty hallway wasn't as exciting as whatever lurked on the right side of the path, but it made for a good chance to review what he knew.
Fact one: he should be dead. He wasn't. Harpuia was reluctant to append on the idea that he was now human as fact, but he was willing to state that he was a shadow of what he'd been in life -- no weapons, no armor, no wings. So far, he could see no opportunities to gain answers to the questions this fact proposed.
Fact two: he wasn't the only dead reploid present. Despite that, though, X's presence only muddled things further. He claimed to be from centuries before Harpuia's birth -- something that should not have ben possible. Given the technological level of their surroundings, it was hard to say exactly which century it was even suppose to be. Another inconsistency that he couldn't quite answer, but at the very least, he could clarify the situation a little better.
"Master X." Another quick little glance over his shoulder at his companion. "You said you were from the 22nd century, correct? If I may ask... exactly when in the 22nd century? How many of the Maverick uprisings have you staved off so far?"
It might not unveil the reason behind the massive difference in their memories, but at the very least... at the very least, it was a chance for Harpuia to learn a little more about the man he served.
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Fact one: he should be dead. He wasn't. Harpuia was reluctant to append on the idea that he was now human as fact, but he was willing to state that he was a shadow of what he'd been in life -- no weapons, no armor, no wings. So far, he could see no opportunities to gain answers to the questions this fact proposed.
Fact two: he wasn't the only dead reploid present. Despite that, though, X's presence only muddled things further. He claimed to be from centuries before Harpuia's birth -- something that should not have ben possible. Given the technological level of their surroundings, it was hard to say exactly which century it was even suppose to be. Another inconsistency that he couldn't quite answer, but at the very least, he could clarify the situation a little better.
"Master X." Another quick little glance over his shoulder at his companion. "You said you were from the 22nd century, correct? If I may ask... exactly when in the 22nd century? How many of the Maverick uprisings have you staved off so far?"
It might not unveil the reason behind the massive difference in their memories, but at the very least... at the very least, it was a chance for Harpuia to learn a little more about the man he served.