"What's wrong?" Sonya asked, a hint of tension tightening her voice.

"Nothing. I was just thinking… when I regain my memories, does that mean the 'me' right now is killed by my former self?"

Sonya snapped, her nerves stretched to their limit. "Why are you getting philosophical at a time like this?"

Denzel looked at him, her gaze unreadable. "Are you afraid?"

Ashe thought for a moment, then nodded. "Maybe." 

He turned his attention back to Sonya. "Let me put it this way. You said our real relationship might not be one of lovers. But right now, I truly see you as my lover. To put it directly, with no room for ambiguity, right now, I like you."

Sonya froze.

Ashe sighed....