Slimo looked back up at Jacob as tears started to well in his eyes.
"You seriously don't remember them?"
Jacob walked over to Slimo and grabbed the heart once more, studying it carefully.
"I... do. Kind of. This feeling that I have is strange. It feels like two forces inside me are clashing against each other to remember who this belonged to. All I know is that this was made by someone close to me and that they made it for someone special."
Slimo began to reflect why he was always the only one who was capable of remembering these things whe others couldn't.
'What is so different about me that I'm unable to forget certain things when others can?'
Suddenly, the realization hit him.
"I... don't have a Zalo."
Jacob looked at him, confused.
"What did you say?"
Slimo stood up.
"I don't have a Zalo. That's it. That's what makes me special compared to everyone else."
Jacob continued looking at him strangely.
"I thought we already knew that?"
Slimo ran up to Jacob.
