The captain's eyes narrowed at me. "You're that weird guy unfazed by the apocalypse."
"I am," I answered without hesitation, nodding my head repeatedly, as if proud of that fact. A small, amused smirk tugged at my lips, but Claude wasn't nearly as entertained.
He's probably thinking I'm insane since birth. He shook his head in return, exhaling as if exhausted just by my existence.
"Your attitude was the same as when we met again. Why did I not recognize you?"
He was in disbelief. I wasn't that remarkable, so it was understandable. Besides, he was probably trying to remain calm and collected after arriving in a different world.
If it were me, I'd be running out to the streets shouting while yanking my head, yet there he was saving lives.
I shrugged. "It was a brief interaction. I also didn't recognize you because, you know, your colors changed." I waved a vague hand at him. "When Allen mentioned it, that's when I finally connected the dots."
