The confusion had seized him, was more at the forefront of his mind than the promise of the flask in his hand. “I don’t remember... yesterday. Today.” Magic went haywire from time to time, but if it had, Ari hadn’t noticed it – had he been so focused on dying that it had just passed him by?
“And what – happened?” Last time, he supposed he meant, if he wrapped his head around this, if he chose to believe the man. (It was too far-fetched a tale to have been spun expressly to convince him; that, in the end, was what convinced him.) And Ari didn’t know if he believed in fate or in destiny, in life having meaning at all, but – this was the second February twenty-eighth. A second chance at something. “Did you convince me, yesterday?”
“And what – happened?” Last time, he supposed he meant, if he wrapped his head around this, if he chose to believe the man. (It was too far-fetched a tale to have been spun expressly to convince him; that, in the end, was what convinced him.) And Ari didn’t know if he believed in fate or in destiny, in life having meaning at all, but – this was the second February twenty-eighth. A second chance at something. “Did you convince me, yesterday?”
