King Atlas didn't show it on the outside, but internally; he was flipping out. 'Why would she word it like that?! Could she be like me?! No, there's no way. I would've noticed Something familiar about her mannerisms or something if she was..'
'Then again, it's not like I really know Queen Iris. We've never talked outside of politics before.. But still! How can she Not tell who I am by now?! Her eyes are all better, right? We've met a bunch of times over the past couple of years! Is it the amnesia from being sick? Why else wouldn't she recognize me!?'
As thoughts bombarded 'Trident', Iris added almost stuttering; "I-I'm being told that the way I am, who I am, basically isn't good enough. That I need to be like how I was before I got sick.. How am I supposed to be something I'm not?!"
