[ Lancelot hates downpours for all the normal reasons but also additionally hates the memories they drudge up. At least, he thinks, it's not nighttime, and he isn't actually trying to pursue anyone who's been pinned with murder, so... it could always be worse.
It also seems as if he missed the weather forecast predicting this since the streets are quite empty, so he is surprised not only to see another unfortunate individual out here, but that she addresses him by name.]
Ye—
[ He stops himself, slight concern (it's more like guilt, though... because it is guilt) on his features before he tries again. ]
... My apologies, I... have no memory of such a pretty face. Have we met here before...?
[ He had almost forgotten that he has been here once before according to Vane, and that it would make sense to eventually run into someone who knew him from then. It's not a good feeling to him, though, to have to admit he's forgotten about them. He already hopes he can make it up to her somehow. ]
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It also seems as if he missed the weather forecast predicting this since the streets are quite empty, so he is surprised not only to see another unfortunate individual out here, but that she addresses him by name.]
Ye—
[ He stops himself, slight concern (it's more like guilt, though... because it is guilt) on his features before he tries again. ]
... My apologies, I... have no memory of such a pretty face. Have we met here before...?
[ He had almost forgotten that he has been here once before according to Vane, and that it would make sense to eventually run into someone who knew him from then. It's not a good feeling to him, though, to have to admit he's forgotten about them. He already hopes he can make it up to her somehow. ]