He let the name pass without comment, in spite of how Axel sounded so utterly strange. It was still his name, wasn't it? Or did it not count anymore, did it belong to someone else now, the way his older name had to his other self? "Gimme a sec and it'll come back, I'm sure." He did remember something, vaguely, a moment where there were flames burning so huge and so bright that they were all of him, and he knew then what it was truly like when fire was his substance and nothing else. A fine moment to die, yet here he still was.
But not the same.
"I died. Right?" They were strange words, spoken aloud, but there was no other way to put it. He looked at his hands, the solidity of them. They were substantial things now, but he could still remember what it felt like to turn to ash and smoke.
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Date: 2012-02-29 11:19 am (UTC)But not the same.
"I died. Right?" They were strange words, spoken aloud, but there was no other way to put it. He looked at his hands, the solidity of them. They were substantial things now, but he could still remember what it felt like to turn to ash and smoke.