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The last time Marco had been in the Media Library, he'd still be nineteen. Now he was looking decidedly different - much shorter, with longer hair, and younger. Definitely younger. Thirteen years old, in fact.

And on top of that, Marco was happy. Okay, so the whole ageing backwards things was a serious dampener, but he didn't care. His mother was alive, so Marco could forgive the whole being-on-an-insane-ship-with-tentacles-and-on-the-way-to-being-four-again thing.

But as much as he wanted to hover around near his mother every second of every day, just to make sure she was still there, he'd had to admit that he couldn't keep doing that all the time. Plus he was starting to suspect that his mom was getting a little tired of it. So he'd decided to come down to the media library instead, and play some of the really cool video games that either hadn't come out in his time yet or weren't even from his universe for a while.

Yeah, life was awesome.

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Ax was in luck, because Marco was in the media library. He glanced over at Ax as he came in, watching him with just a little bit of waryness. At this age, he hadn't known Ax long at all. In fact, they'd only just rescued the guy. Sure, he was an Andalite, and Elfangor's brother - but he still didn't know the guy much, apart from the fact that he had weird notions like thinking that honour was more important than staying alive.

"Hey," he said, non-committal.

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< Hello Marco, > Ax said, looking the younger human over himself. Marco looked around the age he'd been when he and Ax had first met, he realized with a sinking feeling. He was going to forget meeting Ax entirely, and then forget about the war. Keeping track of him when he wasn't paranoid might be easier, but that also meant that Iniss in his cloned body would have an easier time keeping track of him too.

< Enjoying yourself? > he asked to prevent the silence from becoming awkward.

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"Yeah, this game's pretty cool," Marco said. Trying to act casual. "It's..."

Except then he trailed off. Because just at that moment, the Metling Clock stole a little more of Marco's time. Just enough that he wouldn't be able to remember who Ax was anymore...

He blinked, and stared at the Andalite. The Andalite! The only other Andalite Marco had met was Elfangor. "You're an Andalite," he said dumbly.

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Ax blinked at Marco for a moment, somewhat taken aback.

< Usually, yes, > he replied. < You don't remember me? > That meant that he was going to forget the war entirely soon -- the Animorphs hadn't been fighting for very long before they'd found Ax. And he had no idea how Marco and Rachel would react to him once they'd forgotten that. < My name is Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill. I'm Elfangor's younger brother. >

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Marco blinked. "Wait, seriously? Elfangor's younger brother?" he said, staring. "And what, why the hell should I remember you? Do I meet you in the future or something?"

He didn't like this, having other people remembering him when he didn't remember them.

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< Yes, Elfangor's younger brother. > Ax wondered if that was still going to be how he was known after the war. He certainly couldn't ask Marco that now. < Because I was only an aristh, I wasn't allowed to join in the battle. But after the Dome ship -- the Andalite carrier ship, essentially -- was destroyed, the part that I was in crashed into the ocean, where you and the other Animorphs found me. >