Simon's words were sincere, and Irene could feel the truth in his touch and the sincerity in his eyes.
She gazed at him and after a while, she spoke again her voice carried a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation.
"I see, then there is one thing you must know about me. My memories ... I don't have any. I don't know where I came from, and I don't know why my emotions, powers, and memories are all sealed. No matter how hard I try to remember, it's all a vague and muddled chaos. It causes me immense pain whenever I attempt to recall anything from my past".
As Irene's words sank in, Simon's heart swelled with empathy and admiration for the woman before him. He had always sensed that there was more to Irene than what met the eye, but now, hearing her share her deepest struggles, he felt a newfound understanding of her complex emotions.
