When Worlds Meet Again - Chapter 2 : The Silences of Izuku

Izuku lowered his gaze, his fingers absently brushing the threadbare fabric of the armchair.

—I… I don’t know. Maybe. It feels… familiar.

But his tone was too calm. Too precise. As if he were choosing his words carefully.

Michael frowned.

—Familiar how?

Izuku shrugged, looking vaguely apologetic.

—Like, you know, when something feels like it’s happened before… but you can’t place it.

Elizabeth approached, intrigued.

—You said you didn’t remember anything when you arrived. Are you starting to?

Izuku smiled, but his eyes remained cold.

—Maybe. Just fragments. Nothing useful.

Evan shifted on the couch.

—But you knew about the music box. You described it exactly.

Izuku slowly turned his head toward him.

— Did I?

Michael stepped forward, his gaze piercing.

— You're hiding something.

Izuku stared at him unblinkingly.

— Aren't we all?

A heavy silence fell. Clara exchanged a worried look with Elizabeth. Evan shrank further.

Michael didn't take his eyes off Izuku.

— You know where you are, don't you?

Izuku stood up calmly.

— I know enough to stay quiet.

He walked to the window, observing the dark woods in the distance.

— Some truths are better left buried.

Michael approached, his voice low.

— Who are you?

Izuku didn't turn around.

— The question isn't who I am. It's why I came back.

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