[ which was an interesting way of looking at it. he liked it, even if it gets a little complicated when he could still be endymion at the drop of a hat. mamoru could appear in elysion armor, sword and all right now if he wanted to. his existence — everyone who used to live during the days of the silver millennium and were living again — was a tangled mess of uniqueness.
he realizes, then, that he's failed to introduce himself before getting into a conversation about past lives. ]
I'm Chiba Mamoru, by the way. I apologize for having not introduced myself sooner.