[ A quick cold chill rolls down her back. There are things about her life before -- and during -- her time in the palace dungeon that she can't recall well or, in some cases that plague her, at all. She sketches her siblings' faces sometimes, not wanting to forget them, and it troubles her that there are details that she can't remember clearly, that she can recall their faces contorted in pain and fear better than she can recall their smiles.
The loss of memory was not exactly natural but it was not something that happened on purpose. Imagining it as a more purposeful action makes something of her composure slip, her expression less guarded. ]
They would not return you without taking away all your memories of your time on that world? What a cruel bargain.
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The loss of memory was not exactly natural but it was not something that happened on purpose. Imagining it as a more purposeful action makes something of her composure slip, her expression less guarded. ]
They would not return you without taking away all your memories of your time on that world? What a cruel bargain.