He stood facing a viewing port in the chamber, looking into the endless depths of the ocean. Now that Draconia, Orka and their ilk were dealt with, Namor breathed slightly easier, but only slightly.
There was still the matter of this young woman named Marrina, who bore a name that Namor never expected to hear again.
"Enter, Marrina. Yes, I did ask to see you. For this time we have, just between us, I would prefer if you called me Namor. You...came to save my life. I would rather not stand on ceremony in speaking with you now." he said.
"Your name is one I have only heard once, elsewhere in my life. And there is something..." he turns now to look at her, stepping closer to her from across the chamber. "...something in your eyes, in your face that reminds me of someone I used to know.
Who are you?" he asks. His expression might tell her that he has been trying to find this answer himself.
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