"So much is forgotten..." She re-states, framing it simply. "There are details lost to me, as they were lost to the Tribe, and as it seems they've been lost to Shade. This we have in common."
She is quiet for a time. This must be said with care.
"Enemy of the Light. Long we had kept something of yours." Her tone shifts, subtly, as it sometimes does: the first part was ceremonial. This is entirely lighthearted. "It seems you don't remember! ...Well, neither do I. Still it felt right to give a piece back, since the opportunity was there."
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"So much is forgotten..." She re-states, framing it simply. "There are details lost to me, as they were lost to the Tribe, and as it seems they've been lost to Shade. This we have in common."
She is quiet for a time. This must be said with care.
"Enemy of the Light. Long we had kept something of yours." Her tone shifts, subtly, as it sometimes does: the first part was ceremonial. This is entirely lighthearted. "It seems you don't remember! ...Well, neither do I. Still it felt right to give a piece back, since the opportunity was there."