Capitano stood frozen. The weight of Mauivka's words settled in his chest like a storm that had no name. His hand instinctively moved to his heart—as if something there stirred, aching to be remembered.
Capitano:
"…I… I don't remember."
His voice was low, almost ashamed.
"But when you speak… something inside me—burns."
He took a step forward, looking at Mauivka with eyes that now shimmered not just with confusion, but with the flicker of something deeper.
"I see your face and I feel... guilt. Grief. Like a ghost is screaming in my bones."
(His hand clenched into a fist.)
"Did I really do that? Did I give everything to save you…?"
(Then softer, haunted.)
"And if I did… why can't I remember the one thing worth remembering?"
He looked away for just a second—then back, with quiet resolve.
"I don't know who I was then, Mauivka. But if I gave my life for you once…"
"…then I'll do whatever it takes now to never leave you again."