"A what?" It was not a term that he recognized, and it only served to muddle his already confused state of mind. None of this was familiar, and he suspected that it should have been. The scarring the marred his flesh drew his attention again, and he looked at the back of his hands and clenched his fingers suddenly, feeling the minute energy to the action.

How...?

He looked back at the young man, again struck how like Origa the appearance was out of the corner of his eye. The hair was longer and the stance was far more stiff and guarded than she ever had been. He shook his head a little and glanced around at the buildings. "I have to go home. Someone is waiting for me there," he said, though he suddenly sounded uncertain. "I can't be in public anymore."