Chapter 72: The Witch
Those fragments were like the whole piece of debris falling from his memories, creating gaps. They were pale and broken, making people unable to distinguish between reality or a dream too distant ago. Since fighting Witherspoon, they had turned into cold hands, stroking the back of Nemo’s neck when he was most unsuspecting.
Nemo could probably guess their source.
When he was first adopted by Old Patrick, he didn’t understand the lingua franca at all, and the words of others were just meaningless syllables in his head. Before being attacked by Bagelmaurus, Nemo thought there was nothing special about him, except that his memory was better than others, but no matter how good his memory was, he shouldn’t remember a bunch of irregular noises more than ten years ago.
And now, they were gradually returning.
Every little trifle, every word that was said to others, every wrinkle on their clothes, to every word in a book, all the details going back in time, from this came brand-new knowledge out of the depths of his mind. He was pretty sure he had never touched them before as only the memory before he was six was still vague, with only a few afterimages and echoes.
He couldn’t figure out why some of these fragments had return again. They were like blisters floating at the bottom of the water. They were different sizes, and floated in a disorderly manner, as if they were following some kind of wonderful and incomprehensible law.
For example, when he woke up this morning, the temperature had picked up. Nemo slowly removed the blanket Oliver was still holding causing White II to awaken from his movements. It stuck out its tongue in the early morning air and opened only two of its four eyes. Everything was quiet and peaceful, until he pulled off the blanket and his fingers swept across the soft hair of the other party. The string of uncomfortable blisters pop into of his mind again.
Nemo could now remember every encounter with Oliver Ramon. Roadside Town wasn’t big, so he had some of his own impression; except for the first time, they only encountered three times after.
When he was twelve years old, he went to help people run errands and bring news. The reward was a silver coin.