'Where am I?' He thought, looking around. 'I'm in my carriage.' His mind supplied back. 'Why am I in a carriage? They haven't been used in a hundred years.' He wondered. 'Why would I think that? It's the carriage my father gave me.' He answered himself. 'I don't have a father?' 'I do? Deruth Henituse.' 'That's not my-' 'He is. But he also isn't.' Kim Rok Soo- no, Cale Henituse stared up at the ceiling of the rattling carriage he was in. Memories upon memories were swirling around his head. Neither stronger than the other, and both contrasting every thought he had. 'What the fuck is going on.' - Or: Cale Henituse is Kim Rok Soo and Kim Rok Soo is Cale Henituse. They are the same. They are different. Cue massive confusion.
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