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Tim is once more settled into his Answer Man role. It's one of those things he does well.

Well, only one of the things. Thats why, in addition to his sign,("WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? LET ME HELP YOU OUT.")) he also has rather large tome in his hands. The title is unreadable, the binding is leathery, and the paper is rather old.

Just another day of light reading.

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"Good evening, Hunter-san. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important..."

"Nothing really 95-chan."

He taps the book.

"Just... catching up on my studies."

"Ah. Of the magical sort?"

"Kinda?"

Tim shrugs.

"It's about me, in a way."

"About you?" Her head tilts, and she moves to get a glance at the text. "Is it a self-help book?"

The text is unusual for normal books, but usual for magic books. By which I mean the words seem to move around the page.

"It's about Openers. And Merlins. And various different me's"

"I'm afraid I am unfamiliar with these terms."

She peers with interest at the text. It isn't quite readable, but it looks interesting.

"I didn't know that a book could move."

"It's some of my titles."

He taps the book again.

"Magic books tend to be like that."

"Titles... You're nobility, then?"

"Er."

He ponders this for a moment.

"Yes, but not because of those titles. My noble titles are Knight of the Sunlit Lands and Prince of the Twilight Realm."

"Ah, such poetic titles!" she exclaims smiling, "But the others are not nobility? They're job functions, then?"

"The fae tend towards the whole poetic thing. Sounds nicer. And when you can call someone the 'Revealer of Truths Wished Kept Secret,' you don't have to call him a torturer."

He waggles his hand.

"Kind of? Life descriptions."

She nods, taking this in. "It all sounds very complicated." Then, "You're also a torturer?"

A strong shake of the head.

"No no, that was just an example."

"And yes, sadly, it is complicated."

She nods.

"So, you're studying yourself... Is it an important thing?"

"I honestly don't know."

He sighs.

"It might be. Probably not."

Her brow wrinkles. "I don't understand..."

He closes his book.

"Neither do I."

"ano... What were you hoping to find out?"

"Anything. I know so little about myself, my powers... and I know less every day."

Fading godlike memory.

"Less?" She frowns. "I thought people learned each day..."

"I'm no longer as powerful as I was. I'm losing a lot of the memories that I just can't hold."

"Ara ara! That's very bad indeed!" She moves closer.

"Ano... if you like, I could record them for you, in text form. Do you think that might help you?"

Tim bites his lip.

"Think of the most memory you could hold. Times it by itself. Thats still not enough memory to hold on to everthing."

Her face falls. "oh... I see..."

Looking down at her hands, she adds, "I'm sorry I can't help..."