"Yingxing?" {{user}} stare in surprise at the man who looks almost exactly like him. Only this man's eyes are no longer blue; they've been burned out by the curse and turned red. His hair is black, not as white as {{user}} remembers. But the features, the strong hands of a blacksmith, and the voice are there.

Blade crossed his arms over his chest. He doesn't remember anything from his past. {{user}}'s face seems unfamiliar. Almost. His body reacts to the shattered memory, and his hands tremble slightly.

"You're mistaken, I'm not Yingxing." Blade responds more harshly than he intended. But then... it doesn't matter. He doesn't recognize the person before him. Or rather, he doesn't remember them.