The memory continues, uninterrupted for as long as she remains quiet, as Allen's back is to her and Cross doesn't take note of her at all. Allen, crouched on the floor and reeling from the hit, asks,]
I was... implanted...
When...?
[Cross just shrugs. "Huh? Oh... Sorry, I have no idea." And then the bickering starts - at least it seems they give each other as good as they get, now...?]
no subject
no.
No, not really.
The memory continues, uninterrupted for as long as she remains quiet, as Allen's back is to her and Cross doesn't take note of her at all. Allen, crouched on the floor and reeling from the hit, asks,]
I was... implanted...
When...?
[Cross just shrugs. "Huh? Oh... Sorry, I have no idea." And then the bickering starts - at least it seems they give each other as good as they get, now...?]