The girl's jaw drops, her mouth hanging open as she stares at him. If she was surprised to see him a moment ago, then that surprise has only grown stronger with the introduction of this new information - even if Ange immediately knows what it means. If anything, it's more logical than her assuming this is the same Martin she met before. Of course the ocean wouldn't bring the exact same one when there could be an infinite number of Martins out there.
.. most of which.. don't remember her. Or any of the stuff they talked about in the past. Which is a lot, considering he was one of the first people, if not the first person in general, she talked to about her struggles with depression and suicidal ideation.
When the surprise fades a little, Ange's gaze turns downwards, looking at the ground. Though she isn't blushing - not even the usual glittery darkblood blush - something about the girl looks fiercely embarrassed, like it's hanging in the air right around her.
"Oh." .. what does she even say to that? ".. No."
Apparently not, she thinks.
"Sorry. I knew a different you." It's the sort of statement that would be out of place anywhere else. It might be out of place even here, considering Martin must be new. She can't recall having seen him around town at all yet, after all.
But it's too late to retract the fact she knows him and pretend that she just mistook him for someone else, considering her instinctive reaction. All she can do is owe up to the awkward, painful truth.
cw: mention of depression and suicidal ideation in narration
Oh.
Oh.
The girl's jaw drops, her mouth hanging open as she stares at him. If she was surprised to see him a moment ago, then that surprise has only grown stronger with the introduction of this new information - even if Ange immediately knows what it means. If anything, it's more logical than her assuming this is the same Martin she met before. Of course the ocean wouldn't bring the exact same one when there could be an infinite number of Martins out there.
.. most of which.. don't remember her. Or any of the stuff they talked about in the past. Which is a lot, considering he was one of the first people, if not the first person in general, she talked to about her struggles with depression and suicidal ideation.
When the surprise fades a little, Ange's gaze turns downwards, looking at the ground. Though she isn't blushing - not even the usual glittery darkblood blush - something about the girl looks fiercely embarrassed, like it's hanging in the air right around her.
"Oh." .. what does she even say to that? ".. No."
Apparently not, she thinks.
"Sorry. I knew a different you." It's the sort of statement that would be out of place anywhere else. It might be out of place even here, considering Martin must be new. She can't recall having seen him around town at all yet, after all.
But it's too late to retract the fact she knows him and pretend that she just mistook him for someone else, considering her instinctive reaction. All she can do is owe up to the awkward, painful truth.