"So, after all this talk, you still don't know how you came into consciousness?"
"Hey, hey, don't say it like that, I do remember!
It's just that the memory is a bit fuzzy..."
The voice of the scroll grew softer, but then quickly rose again, earnestly defending itself:
"Memories can wear away over time, not to mention I'm just an Abnormal Object.
Besides, haven't I already told you how I was born?"
The shaft of the scroll stood upright on the table, and the parchment seemed to transform into a hand to wave in protest, blatantly defying the laws of physics without giving Newton any respect.
"That's not memory being fuzzy! You only remember someone using Strength on you, without being able to tell who it was or where it happened!
And as for your birth? Don't even get me started! A story that sounds like sleep-talking?
