[‘Aracha’ grinds his teeth, clearly agitated by this answer. He doesn’t, essentially, is the real answer - that much was obvious. How would you even know that you’d forgotten something? You wouldn’t, not until the holes left behind became too big to ignore. That Rafael was still blind to these violent gaps in his head felt infuriating… just another way that ‘Aracha’ was alone now.

He spits out the words more bitterly than Rafael deserved, but somehow found himself unable to meet the man’s eyes.]

I don’t. I don’t even know you.