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[Ken'd taken the anemoi from the hailstorm to the lab as soon as he could, though his reward from the prehistoric adventure remains on his desk. He's debating giving those anemoi to new arrivals...and yet, selfishly, he wants to remember more.
He wants to see his family's faces. He wants to know what kind of a person he is, and hopes he can be proud of the life he's lived.
Wondering all this, Ken sits at said desk, pondering the
two items that'd been in his pockets upon his arrival. He hasn't seen anything like either of these objects anywhere in Sirocco - they're his only clues to his unique identity. Staring and hoping is foolish, but he can't help it. He can't look away.
He's working himself up into silent frustration, when suddenly, images start coming to him - images without context, without a plotline, moments here and there, all centered around a single individual. Not human - not family - but familiar.
It's more than he'd expected from the few anemoi he'd turned in. Ken hunches over the desk, hands clenching. That's right. He doesn't remember his family....but he was never alone. And now....What's he supposed to do? How's he supposed to be satisfied living here, if waiting for him, wherever he belongs, is --
"Wormmon," Ken whispers, bowing his head. And a voice behind him, so soft he almost mistakes it for a memory, answers.
"Ken-chan?"]
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What on Earth is Ken carrying around the apartment building? Whatever it is, it seems quite happy in his arms, and is listening to a rather excited Ken give a rather meager tour.]
...and the elevator is here, Wormmon, if we ever get separated. Ask someone for help if you can't reach the button.
[[ooc: 3% holiday regain + 2% hail regain = 5% spent on remembering Wormmon & that they're partners (but nothing about their adventures or the Digital World). Wormmon's memory has also been wiped.]]