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grand premiere second edition!~

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(The musebox can't even handle me right now~~)

Cesar gives up with the eye-tracking. "You're talking about parallel universes, and 'large blue things that kill you', Rex. That sounds pretty delusional to me."

And...nanites that turn people into giant monsters and me being able to turn my arm into a sword doesn't?

"That's different," Cesar replies, stepping back again.

"The rest of us can actually see those."

[It takes Rex a moment to catch the implication.]

Wait--you think I've gone loco? You think I'm just hallucinating all this stuff?

"Unless you can prove me wrong--yes."

"Have you been getting enough sleep recently? Any illnesses? Strange chemicals?" Cesar straightens and puts a hand to his chin, looking for all the world completely unmoved and unconcerned. If it weren't for the fact that this is his brother, Cesar might as well seem as though he were talking to a total stranger about directions to the nearest subway, rather than about potentially serious mental health conditions with his only family alive.

Everything's been fine, I've been fine!

Well, except for that teeny tiny 'barely remembering a thing' part, that is.

"You've lost some of your memories?"

Thick eyebrows draw closer together, and a faint line appears between them. To himself he mutters, "That explains some of the unusual behavior."

More loudly, "What's the last thing you remember fully?"

[He heard that, Cesar. Way to be sensitive, bro.]

Meeting you. But it's not like I really remember much before then, either.

Hey, he's telling it like it is.

This new information gets a slight frown. "So you're saying that the deterioration in your memories ends just before you and I met at Providence?

What?

I'm saying that I barely remember anything, aside from what Providence and EVOs are, meeting some of my friends, and meeting you.

"Really?"

There is a pause, and the gears in his head visibly turn and work to mull this problem over. With as big a brain as his, surely his next words will be something useful, something clearly geared towards resolving this puzzle.

"... This is very strange."

Or not. Cesar thinks for a little longer, before appearing to shake himself, snapping back to the here and now.

"We'd better get you somewhere indoors, mijo. It's not safe for you out where just any Providence agent can find you."

What? Why wouldn't it be safe? I am Providence, aren't I? How can that not be safe?

The only sign that Cesar's outward reaction doesn't match his thoughts is a faint tightening around the eyes.

"I'm afraid there's a lot you need filling in on, little brother. With your memory as it is now, you're a bit behind the times."

Oh come on, I can't have missed that much. What's the big deal?

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