(this happens about three weeks later, when your new body is being finished)
(Your POV)
"Who's (Y/N)?" I say suspiciously. I stare at the thing.
"Do...you not remember?" He asks, bringing his hands back to his sides. He looks sad.
"Remember what?" I ask, confused. He gulps.
"Your body is different...do you remember what you were before?"
I look down at myself. He was right, it was different. But...I don't know what else it would be. Right now it's just...wrong.
"This body isn't right." I say, looking up at him.
I hear him mumble something. It sounded like "he really does like to lie" or something like that. He looks back up at me.
"Can you explain that a little more?"
"It's hard, because..."
"It's okay." He says, smiling at me. "I remember things you might've forgotten."
"Really?" I bring my hands to my sides.
"I mean, if you want me to..."
I looked at him a little longer. I felt his hands tremble.
I realized I meant a lot to him, and I couldn't even remember.
"I don't think it was anyone's fault." I say, squeezing his hands back. "From what I can remember of you, you're a really good person. You can't do anything wrong like that on purpose, I know."
He raised his head slightly to look at me. He smiled and brought my hands to his lips, then let go of them.
"Okay..." He said, walking over to the throne and sitting on a gear, patting the spot next to him. "Would you like to tell me what you can remember?"