[Every word makes Ace curl in on himself a little, and it makes him madder. What the hell is he missing? He swears he knows this person, but he's so confused right now. He knows that Marco is holding back information from him, things that he doesn't think Ace can handle at the moment. He knows that he's missing massive chunks of time surrounding his death, things that are just missing from his mind. And he's completely forgotten the place he went between the last breath and here.

Who the fuck is this guy? He shivers, and sits up a little more. No need to act like a scared kid, even if he feels like one.]

I think I know you. Don't know from where, though. [He swallows hard, and peers at his face again. His eyes... Damn, they're the most familiar thing of all.] Don't take it personally. I'm missing a lot of stuff right now. [This time, he feels almost frantic when he looks at Sabo. Shit shit shit, where does he know him from? Why does it hurt to look at him? He's near tears again, because something is clicking.

And then it does. And he's struggling to his feet, trying to get another look, because there's no way this is possible.] No way...