Cerin was jolted out of his shock to see that everything had changed. He had seen the events unfold in a blur, and was still processing that she was here...
Running over to the scene which had unfolded, he studied the layout. An odd knight-like figure stood over a boy wrapped in healing rings that Cerin recognized... then his mind blanked. Leaving him with naught but the action.
Stepping up next to the blonde and the petite redhead, he listened gravely. Apparently there were conflicting sides- many wanted to help the boy, where others were simply claiming it was a drill. Then, a black haired girl- One of the Dreamers, he remembered- strode up to the man and swung a bat. A boy leapt out of the crowd and intercepted the bat. He heard a sharp crack and hoped that no bones were broken.
Then the blonde next to him walked up to the man and nervously stuttered something, maybe a bribe? Or an offer? He put his hand on the girl's shoulder, the one that reminded him so much of his lost love. Knowing that this was going to be painful, he opened his mouth and uttered something he could regret instantly.
"Do... do I know you? You seem so familiar, and I cant remember anything, but you seem like a huge part of my memory, like some sort of void I cannot fill... Is that weird?"
Very eloquent there, Cerin.
he hissed mentally, hoping that he hadn't driven away a source of his past. A lifeline, it almost seemed- she was the only thing tying him back to life.
He only hoped he hadn't completely creeped her out.