Who was I?
A weird question. It was not me who had such a glow-up. I still had my old features, my memories were cut and clear. I even had the gift left by my father. A flame capable of burning away anything that is corrupt.
Which in turn proved that the me right now was me. Though a bit changed after the past experiences. While I can't say the same for the woman in front of me, who claimed herself to be Remira Wyrmwood.
Was it a bit of ignorant hypocrisy I was noticing?
No, this Knight was just surprised by my words. She must have assumed me to be the same, just like my mother and sister did. But since waking up on that dark day, I know I was not the same. The memories of the Jester didn't help much. But I always knew that the reason was not Jester.
