He stared. Blue eyes boring into hers, Spirit stared at the woman like she was an alien life form.
“Nothing in this world is free,” he said softly, mistrust ingrained deep within him. She wanted something, and if it wasn’t money- Spirit didn’t like this. Not one bit. He frowned.
She stared back, slightly confused by the intensity with which he was looking at her. Their eyes, like themselves, where similar yet vastly different. Both blue, but drastically different shades. She wondered if that meant they were supposed to mix… Or would they always clash?
“Do you remember anything about me? Or about anything before we met here?” She wondered if it’d be wise to fill in the blanks for him… Or if that’d just make things worse.
“I remember th’alley,” he replied quietly, frowning. He couldn’t remember before that, try as he might to wrack his brain. His bottom lip quivered with emotion, fear flaring behind his defenses; if he couldn’t remember- what was he- who-
“I ‘member lotsa things,” he lied, dropping his eyes to the ground as his pulse raced.