The Song of the Keepers

Chapter 2 Old Acquaintances

There was an awkward moment where no one said anything. My eyes roved over the man in front of me, taking in his lean build, close-cropped sandy blonde hair, and angular face. He was average height for a guy, which made us nearly the same, he might have had an inch or two on me. He was watching me as intently as I was him, but there was a deeper emotion behind his gaze I was afraid to put a name to.

"You, you remember me then?"
David asked hesitantly after a long while.

"Um no, not exactly."
I replied, running through everything my mind had given back to me on him.

I recalled him more clearly than anything else, so I assumed he had meant a lot to me. There was the uncomfortable fact that I knew we had kissed on at least one occasion and also my mother apparently had pointed a gun at him to blackmail me into killing someone. That was flat out messed up.

"We weren't able to unlock her memories."
Glass explained, watching the two of us like bombs that might go off.

"I remember a few glimpses of the past, here and there. Names, faces, that sort of thing."
I told him, keeping a neutral expression.

I wasn't about to inform him all that I recalled, he might expect me to throw myself in his arms and pick up where we left off, wherever that was.

"I see."
He replied shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"Are you well? The arena was brutal this year."

"I lived. I'm told that's the victory."

"It's an interesting way to define victory don't you think?"

I shrugged, not really wanting to discuss this with him.

"Anything that involves the Keepers seems to be twisted in one way or another."
I answered.

"Isn't that the truth. So you're still with us then? Cassian started some unpleasant gossip."

"Astrid is on our side, she was merely confused, not having gotten her memories back."
Glass defended me.

"Good. Good. That makes sense."
He looked immensely relieved.

"Well, um, I think we should really be going. If you'll excuse me."
I said, growing tired of the small talk.

"Of course, it was good to see you."
He told me earnestly.

There was so much emotion hidden in those bright eyes of his, I had to look away. I didn't need any more complications in my life right now. Glass steered me through a maze of hallways and finally we came to an elevator. It was rickety metal and hardly looked safe, but we took it to the upper level anyways.

"Do you really remember nothing about David?"
Glass questioned me.

I hadn't revealed the details of all my flashbacks, for which I was now grateful.

"Very little. Is he someone important?"
I adopted an air of nonchalance.

"No, not really I suppose."
Glass answered, staring at her feet.

Her eyes told the story her words did not.

He was important to you.

I so don't need this right now.

I grumbled to myself. When we exited the lift, we came into another dimly lit hallway, this one bustling with activity. Glass led me to the right which seemed to slant upwards gradually. All around us rebels paused to stare at me, whispering to each other as I passed.