[ The horse knows him. He's sure of it. And while people might lie and his family might welcome him regardless of what he actually is ... Fat Ninny couldn't possibly be deceived.
That's the key right there. The thing that make him see the maple, remember that horrific rash he'd gotten. The bunker they'd gotten lost in. He really did live here, didn't he? More than that, he grew up here. So Cordelia and Aral must be his parents. And from here everything finally begins to slot into place. A sort of cascade of its own, not of memory but rather of the structure behind them.
His hands go slack on the reins. As glorious as this breakthrough is, it's giving him a familiar headache. ]
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That's the key right there. The thing that make him see the maple, remember that horrific rash he'd gotten. The bunker they'd gotten lost in. He really did live here, didn't he? More than that, he grew up here. So Cordelia and Aral must be his parents. And from here everything finally begins to slot into place. A sort of cascade of its own, not of memory but rather of the structure behind them.
His hands go slack on the reins. As glorious as this breakthrough is, it's giving him a familiar headache. ]