Withered Rose had thought that these so-called pasts had already rotted away within their enclosures, never expecting them to resurface in her most vulnerable moment.
The golden-haired girl, Rose, seemed telepathically connected to her spirit. Without needing her to speak, she knew what she was thinking and continued, "It doesn't work like that. The length of time has nothing to do with the depth of memories. Do you remember the knight novels we read? The princess that the young boy saw in his youth, even if it was just a distant glimpse under the moonlight, was unforgettable even decades later. When he heard that the kingdom was in trouble, the knight rode his old horse to the battlefield."
