Great. It was weird.
Well, he already knew this and it wasn't comforting to hear it coming from the mouth of an expert. But now he at least had confirmation.
But his creation...
Flashes of moments from a past he was not there for peppered his vision. Hardly any detail, barely perceptible, data broken and frayed at the edges. Perceived with the little data wrapped up in them instead of actually seen with his eyes.
It was something he'd gotten used to. It wasn't obtrusive now and at this point had given up on trying to understand it. And in any case, it made him feel closer to Ellen, bizarrely enough.
Cometman's face journeyed through furrowed then pensive then distant looks, landing right back onto his usual nonplussed expression.
"Nope, like I said, memories just start at one point," he shrugged, "Figures that would be another thing that's weird about me. You know..." he trailed off, remembering his first encounter with Dragonman, "Do all Navis just have a lot of this knowledge built in?? Like, I tried playing chess, right? Apparently other Navis just have the rules baked into them fresh out of the box, but I sure didn't! I had to look that up! I don't know why I'm complaining about this right now, it's just," he smirked, "life's crazy isn't it?"
He resigned himself to that conclusion. No one would have these answers for him. He was weird and that was just how things were he supposed.
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