Part 171: Robin A

So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate of Y...

Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?

Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? Keep it.

Thank you.

Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do in science.

Well, I am interested in certain people. You, for example.

Me? Why me?

You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be lost.

Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

I am now, yes.

Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?

I can if you wish it.

N-no thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my part.

O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's all.

I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of friendship.

Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, right? ...No?

Fascinating...