[ She has more names than that to add to the score, although it's mostly between Natalie and Natasha with a fainter echo of Natalia to follow with almost petulant stubbornness. Others that can be listed off like faint shadows linger at the very back of her mind, lives and memories and knowledge of... of people she doesn't entirely understand. Sarah. Anna. Katherine. Elizabeth. Tatiana. Like one long stream of consciousness of identities that should have better perspective than the muddled one she feels like she's drowning in at the moment.
It's enough to give her a killer headache, on top of the lingering effects of the bottle of wine she'd downed the night before. So instead she just nods and tucks her hands in her jacket pocket as she falls into step beside him, the main street conveniently only about a block or two away. ]
I suppose it's comforting to know there's someone as confused by this whole mess as I am.
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It's enough to give her a killer headache, on top of the lingering effects of the bottle of wine she'd downed the night before. So instead she just nods and tucks her hands in her jacket pocket as she falls into step beside him, the main street conveniently only about a block or two away. ]
I suppose it's comforting to know there's someone as confused by this whole mess as I am.