It all came to that night when we were kids, with the flowers blooming, of that fake city and the illusion festivity, of the enemy demon trying to gain fame by betraying Ethan and getting the Demon's Lord son's head as a prize and the fame that came with it, the world full of enemies for such a young demon and yet, to me, he would as much weight on his shoulders as me and mother combined, years of suffering for acceptance, only for his first mission to be playing the part of a child and infiltrating the High Lands.
"I remember parts of it but it is…It is quite foggy, almost as if … as if something is preventing me from even thinking about it, much less remembering it." The memories do not take shape, elusive as they are, but I can tell there is something there now.
