That's a problem, the familiar stranger says, and he feels the first stir of anxiety about this whole situation. He lets himself be guided, trying and failing to figure out why he seems so familiar.

(Another, different, still-beautiful stranger, a world carved from shades of moonlight and cloud--

I can't let it happen, and I can't stop any of them.)

He reaches up and puts a hand on his chest, feeling the weight and bump of an amulet or pendant of some kind.

"I--" He pauses, startled into brief silence. "I don't. I can't remember. I don't think I am, but I can't remember."

He nips his lower lip between his teeth briefly. Forces himself to take a breath through the tension creeping up from his gut to his throat. "Why can't I remember? What should I remember?"

(I want to be with him again, with them both, but not like that. I know this isn't what you would choose, but I can't send you back. I can only give you somewhere with purpose to go.)

He reaches out to hang on to Zerxus and still stumbles a little as he loses his balance under the weight of the voice.

Something underneath his skin feels hot, but in a way that clarifies. His eyes glimmer and then outright glow a pale blue-white as his appearance changes. Unruly blonde hair, freckles, green eyes, a narrow face with a sharp nose. It happens in a blink, a blink of a blink: the briefest surge of Celestial power and a shimmer across the newcomer's skin, and suddenly Zerxus is helping support a very different man.

Carried in the glow for a blink of a blink is a voice Zerxus knows better than his own heart, saying something he can't hear.

Neal starts to drop to one knee. "What just..."

"Ho there, First Knight."

The hail comes from behind them.