[For what, he does not know. It's a poor backdrop for such a thing, he has to admit, but it's still so odd they're here together like this. Idly he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, considering for a moment to dunk himself. Maybe it'd help with his thinking...]
If we were enemies then, we are not now. I hold not contempt for you, and what memories I have likewise hold naught of the sort. It would be folly to chase a would-be grudge when we barely know a fragment of our shared history.
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[For what, he does not know. It's a poor backdrop for such a thing, he has to admit, but it's still so odd they're here together like this. Idly he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, considering for a moment to dunk himself. Maybe it'd help with his thinking...]
If we were enemies then, we are not now. I hold not contempt for you, and what memories I have likewise hold naught of the sort. It would be folly to chase a would-be grudge when we barely know a fragment of our shared history.