After what felt like an eternity, the mass undulated and warped, then finally changed into… Artemis.
"Get up," ordered Morgan. Gone was the casual manner. He was all business now.
'Artemis' rose and stood staring blankly ahead.
Morgan clicked his fingers again, drawing the creature's attention. "You have a job to do."
The creature opened its mouth. "I… have a job… to do." Its voice was unsteady, unpracticed, yet sounded unmistakably like Artemis.
"Good," said Morgan. "Get to it then."
'Artemis' nodded then awkwardly walked to the door and down the stairs.
I'd been right the first time about when this memory took place, but I'd been wrong about Artemis. The man who'd attacked Cloud Flame Manor and everything afterwards wasn't really him at all.
I wasn't sure what to feel about that. Did that make things better, or worse? Even now I'm not sure of the answer.
