[ When you hardly talk to anybody, you tend to remember those that you did. Talk with. If that wasn't obvious. Denji thinks real hard about all that while he's running to a voice that he neither remembers nor doesn't. If that doesn't make any sense, it's okay, because Denji doesn't think it makes sense either.
It's only once he breaks through the treeline and spots her that he realizes - ]
Oh, it's you! [ Whoever that you was, he can't remember. They didn't exchange names. How could they? No one spoke the same language as him, and it blows dick. ] Uh...what to say...
[ His eyes narrow as he closes the distance. In the end, he settles on just repeating what she said. He extends an arm, pointing at her. ]
c. is this godmodding if I assume she's just kinda standing there
It's only once he breaks through the treeline and spots her that he realizes - ]
Oh, it's you! [ Whoever that you was, he can't remember. They didn't exchange names. How could they? No one spoke the same language as him, and it blows dick. ] Uh...what to say...
[ His eyes narrow as he closes the distance. In the end, he settles on just repeating what she said. He extends an arm, pointing at her. ]
Fak-ka!