George: "Okay first of all," George started after a long silence of giving Alex the why-do-I-have-to-talk-to-such-an-idiot look, "I was using something called sarcasm. Have you heard of it? Second, fuck you because someone did try to kill Alastor that must have been tricked to do so only by you because he had been held captive before and after the attack by none other than you. Third, what the hell are you even saying? Why he ended up like what?"

Ariv: Ariv simply hugged him. "Calm down you," Ariv sighed like an overworked parent.

Alex: he snickered shaking his head. "No no no, you see your friend, the one I currently owned hired people to kill Alastor. For reasons I'm not sure of. It's not my place to tell you the next part." He smirked. "I did nothing but Love Your little mockingbird. A smart kid like you shouldn't believe the only side of the story that you've been told."

George: "I don't doubt you about the whole loving him and whatever part," George admitted with a sigh. "You know something about the whole memory bullshit, don't you? I know you at least know something that I should know..."

Ariv: "Cutie." Ariv rested his head on Alastor's and closed his eyes.

Alex: he snickered licking his lips. "You know they did warn you." his face became serious. "He didn't lose his memory. He's constantly pretending he's someone he's not, singing a song he's twisted to be in his favour. You heard about my death didn't you?? If I had died the way he said so I wouldn't be stuck here."

Emma - She got up and started following the boy.

George: George seemed a bit speechless for a moment, his gun lowering ever so slightly. "So he just pretended he forgot everything and that you died?"

Ariv: "You and I know perfectly well just who I was actually talking about, Alastor," Ariv smirked poking his cheek as he moved his head of Alastor's.

Alex: he nodded kneeling down to clean off more of the blood from the bushes. "Mmhm, for the most part. Although I am very much dead." He pulled off his hoodie to show off his bruised and bloody face, his neck looked like someone took scissors and went to town tearing it all up . "just like your friend Alice." He chuckled "he also lied quite a lot about that poor little thing. Ever wondered why she drowned in that pond? Where her 'mother' went??"

Alex: "you forget Alastor can take up almost any form, and he's hurt me on multiple occasions. Loving someone never stopped him from hurting them. Alice only met her mother a few times. Children are easy to fool into lying. Now the only question that stands is if he knows what hes doing when he does it. He could genuinely believe these lies he's told himself."