Namor is momentarily distracted when the young woman rises, his head turning to regard her. Something about the way she ambles toward him takes his mind out of that room and away to a time long ago.
The image of small, dark-haired girl ambling toward him on unsteady legs fills his minds' eye.
You are close, Kassia. Come to me, my darling. Take one step, then another. I will catch you if you fall." he says.
A moment passes, then another image.
"Father, the tea party is waiting on you! The King of Atlantis can't be late! Lord Bear-Bear says he's thirsty!" the three-year old says. He smiles and hastens to obey.
Another image.
"Can we go swimming, Daddy?" the little girl asks. "I want to see a Kraken!"
"You are too little for that yet, my little Sea Maiden. But I know a grotto you will like very much."
Each of the memories comes with a lance of pain that rips at Namor's mind, like something trying to force it's way from his head, and grunts in pain at the images. Why is this happening?
A last image comes to him in such detail that he cannot block it out of his mind.
"You will not take my daughter from me, Emma. I will not stand for it." the Sea King speaks.
"You cannot stop me if you do not remember her, Namor."
"Daddy?! Mommy, I don't wanna go!" the little girl yells.
Namor lunges at Emma, and the world vanishes in a haze of white.
"ARGH!" Namor screams as the physicians try to restrain the girl.
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