"Monda kala...jesset ma'oolzi..." The language came out of him easily and with no hesitation. Aidan had heard it spoken as a girl had lain dying because of his actions. Now it sprang from him as if he'd taken it from her and forged it into himself.
"I'm not from here." he said, shaking his head. "I'm not even from where I was last. I'm from Boston. Then die Festung. Then New Troy. Now The City. I was just taking a walk..."
All of his answers were a little out of order. He was speaking to her as if nothing had happened. This wasn't how hallucinations usually went. His eyes began to take in more detail of her. She was the same and yet not. Like how Evey was Evey, but different. The hair wasn't the vibrant orange that he'd tangled his fingers into right before he'd opened up her veins.