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[align=center]Days had gone by, and Abraham's mental and emotional well-being had decreased considerably. Pip was, of course, a help, but she was always pressuring him not to probe into who he had been, insisting that that person was unsavory and undesirable. He was having difficulty believing her: this new, modified, memory-less version wasn't working out so well, either. Maelyss couldn't 'deal with' their relationship, his activity was nosediving, and his self-esteem, mood, and will to live had fallen.
Potentially all this was the fuel which was ignited by his final spark of desire: he wanted things back the way they were.
The lion lay down, closed his eyes - and dreamed.
He awoke to a grayscale world, a light ginger pelt, and a sense that things had righted themselves.
He was a fox again - and, best of all, he felt pieces of himself falling back into place.
Clink!
His memories.
Clank!
His skill with emotion manipulation.
Clonk!
His personality.
Cl-cl-cl-cl-clink!
His name.
BANG!
His colorblindness.
Abe was himself once more, and in honor of that, he sprang to his feet and bounded out into the courtyard, shouting joyously, "CALL ME FANG~!"