It's a fair question, isn't it? If I am hiding something, you'll be the one to suffer for it, tied to one another as we are. So if I am, you have a right to know.
But I can't tell you. Not directly. When I say I don't remember, Firo Prochainezo, that's just what I mean. If you want to know, you'll have to remind me. I don't know how. Your own memories, maybe. That last one did seem to spark something.
[Although that something is fading now, in the shadow's distraction. The moon is gone, and night is deepening. The bowlegged man's scars and his clothes are sinking away into the dark. The path under the trees is becoming harder to see.]
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It's a fair question, isn't it? If I am hiding something, you'll be the one to suffer for it, tied to one another as we are. So if I am, you have a right to know.
But I can't tell you. Not directly. When I say I don't remember, Firo Prochainezo, that's just what I mean. If you want to know, you'll have to remind me. I don't know how. Your own memories, maybe. That last one did seem to spark something.
[Although that something is fading now, in the shadow's distraction. The moon is gone, and night is deepening. The bowlegged man's scars and his clothes are sinking away into the dark. The path under the trees is becoming harder to see.]