[ How long ago it seems, that first conversation about it. Siffrin remains faced forward, bringing up one leg to rest on as he works through the words quietly.

(At least Raha is patient. You're grateful for that.

...

It doesn't make it easier to admit, though.) ]

... Memories... are what make up a person. It tells them who they are, and... why they've become that way. [ They're treated so callously by the people of Vaugarde in comparison. Want a new life? Your old one doesn't matter anymore, a clean slate with nothing attached.

(It's terrifying.) ] So... what do you think of someone without them?