~ Madeline ~
The rest of the walk back with Mark was in relative silence. He spoke no more on his concerns for Dante and I kept my thoughts behind the veil of my eyes, considering this new facet with interest. If nothing else a working definition of this imprinting process everyone kept talking about would be useful. I was tired of trying to figure things out and feeling wholly ignorant at every turn.
There was a burning curiosity when it came to the lore Silver had hinted at before, his brief overview but a tantalizing taste of a tale too wide and varied to be fully appreciated in one look. Since that moment with the other me, when it felt as if I was touching everything, everyone, my fingertips on the pulse of the universe there had been a nagging curiosity pulling at the back of my
