doesn't know how he knows them, but the knowledge is there, buried deep, rising up through the broken layers of his memory. Dogs. Companions. Warmth at night. A tongue on his face in the morning. Names he can't remember for animals he loved.
His eyes are wet. He doesn't wipe them.
"Hey," he says again, softer this time. "Hey there."
The dog—the creature—approaches slowly, sniffing at his legs. Its shell makes a faint clicking sound as it
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