Part of your memories?

[Fynn stares at Ardyn curiously before glancing back down at his bloody hand. The wound is completely sealed now and without a single blemish. He peers back at his brother for a moment before reaching for the paper towels again. Wordlessly, Fynn cleans off his hands before suddenly reaching for Ardyn's to do the same.

He can't make sense of this, he can't make sense of any of this. Unlike everyone else jabbering away about their long lost memories as of late, Fynn doesn't have a single memory to recall. Well, that until he suddenly thought of that weird tattoo. Something about the way Ardyn's fingers glowed reminded him of something he seen once before. It seemed so familiar yet so strange at the same time, almost taboo. Fynn can't make sense of the flashback triggered but he knows something is wrong.]

Do you--[He trails off briefly as he tries to express his worry.] Do you think something bad going to happen?

Everyone in the city seems to be losing it.