Malshash laughed. “It’s a start. But learning to really understand memories…that’s tricky.” He paused. “For example. You just said I ate all the ‘good stuff.’ Was that your assessment, or mine?” Davian opened his mouth…and hesitated. “I suppose…yours,” he conceded eventually, brow furrowed. “I don’t really care for figs.” “And the weather was…” “Fair?” Davian replied, a little uncertainly. Malshash grinned. “Was it? Were there no clouds, or was it just brighter than I’m accustomed to here in the city? Or was I simply in a good mood?”
Thats super freaking interesting to think about. You’d find multiple people with opposite viewpoints on any given situation, justified by their own perspective & inclinations, definitely sounds difficult to sort through. Like imagine reading a psychopath and how those justifications and flawed reasoning could change you if you arent conscious enough.
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