The captain's eyes narrowed at me.
"You're that weird guy unfazed by the apocalypse."
"I am," I answered without hesitation, nodding my head repeatedly, as if proud of that fact. A small, amused smirk tugged at my lips, but Claude wasn't nearly as entertained.
He was probably thinking I was insane since birth. He shook his head in return, exhaling as if exhausted just by my existence.
"Your attitude was the same as when we met again. Why did I not recognize you?"
He was in disbelief. I wasn't that remarkable, so it was understandable. Besides, he was probably trying to remain calm and collected after arriving in a different world.
If it were me, I'd be running out to the streets shouting while yanking my head, yet there he was saving lives.
I shrugged.
"It was a brief interaction. I also didn't recognize you because, you know, your colors changed."
I waved a vague hand at him.
"When Allen mentioned it, that's when I finally connected the dots."
