[chimeranyx]

It's just a burning memory...

You've come across a journal. It seems to have been left open, out in the park in Dormeho. You really should find the owner, but curiosity gets the better of you...

It's hard. To always forget, but then... always remember.

So many people died because of the Falcon and Strega. It wasn't just the people we knew the names of - so many soldiers, so many innocent people who couldn't escape in time... Did I know their names at one point? I might have.

I swore to myself I wouldn't let anyone die, but in the end... I couldn't keep that promise. Would I have been better off forgetting that promise?

What about Scavenger? Or Len? Should I forget them too, forget what brought me pain, forget what nearly killed me?

I've already forgotten that girl's name, the one my friends knew... we weren't really friends, but... I'm still kind of bothered.

Although... I think, maybe, it'd be fitting if we forgot the name Cornelius. If he became nothing but smudged ink, a frayed string formerly tied on a finger. It's not what he wanted, but I think it's what he deserves. But...

Will I ever forget him?

I hope I do.

Goodbye, Falcon. Goodbye, Strega.

I don't know if I'll ever forget.

Someone clears their throat behind you. A papilion, of about 5 feet tall, with bright orange hair. "That's my book," they state flatly, and you hand it back without issue. Eventually, you... well, it's not right to say you forget the incident. It's more like you don't think about it that often.