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"That is my name, isn't it?"

His eyes sprinkled over her figure so as to entice his memory. "Do you remember when we first met?" He inclined his head, as he carefully presented the question. His fingers twitched at his sides, as if they were stroking the fine lines of a harp. "I asked for a drink," He nodded slowly to hint at his recollection. His heels gripped the floor, as he turned away from Fedelia to stroll toward the bar counter. "Would you like one?" He leaned on the counter and flicked his finger at the various bottles.

"Sir," The proxy professed. Hatchet immediately pin pointed his gaze onto the source of interruption.

"Take off that mask, Sylus. You've reached the finish line." He leaned his back on the counter, slumping both elbows on the edge. He threw up his hands to address Sylus, further. "Follow that one. He'll show you around. You'll feel right at home, here."
Hatchet remained polite, for all it was worth, even though the proxy, Sylus, knew better.

The man did as he was suggested, and finally removed the gasmask. Underneath was a pale face, which was countered with dark, messy brown hair. "Whatever you say." His voice was clear, now. Like mirrors, his grey eyes conflicted with Hatchet's mesmerizing heterochromia, eyes of many colors. Though, there was a foreboding second of silence between the two personas, the Nero unit finally marched by in accordance with his orders. Sylus followed, mask in hand. He didn't pause to glance at Fedelia, but she lingered in his thoughts.

The portal soon closed behind them.