That was a good question. Trismegistus certainly looked familiar - his presence was comforting, though there was a touch of sadness along with it. He felt like he was forgetting something important about him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"It's weird," he said, stepping out from behind the creature, standing beside Stein to look up at its bird-like helmet. "I feel like... I know him, but... I still don't friggin' remember."
He didn't bother to hide his frustration, staring intently at the Persona. There had to be a way to make him memories resurface. After all, his power was clearly still there...
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Date: 2009-03-03 08:25 pm (UTC)"It's weird," he said, stepping out from behind the creature, standing beside Stein to look up at its bird-like helmet. "I feel like... I know him, but... I still don't friggin' remember."
He didn't bother to hide his frustration, staring intently at the Persona. There had to be a way to make him memories resurface. After all, his power was clearly still there...