I gave the three a skeptical look. "A lock?"
"Yes," Shorvanna confirmed. "Tell us what you remember, young Halve," she requested in a tone that wasn't quite a request but wasn't disrespectful either.
"Tell us of the life before your trial, the trial itself, and your time on Galeia," Danuva clarified, staring at me with her six eyes.
My eyebrows knitted in concern at the choice of words.
"Young Natasha," Saravia cooed, relaxing my brow. "We've met enough Halves to know when one of you remember."
I let out a sigh. "Right, you're Gods," I conceded and retold the memories of my three lives.
Earth, Hell, and Galeia. Calling my time in Hell a 'life' was a bit odd, but it technically counted.
The three listened in silence.
"... and then we got here," I finished and put my right leg over my left, then leaned back. I put my right elbow on the chair's armrest and rested my jaw on my fist.
