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Aeriah smiled warmly, "Mortals? Ah, well, I suppose we all are, but we elves live for so long that... I do not tend to consider my lifespan of import, just yet anyway."
Inclining his head, the elf added graciously, "Of course, I would not dream of going against your personal wishes in this matter. As to…” his eyes flickered in Able’s direction, "To everyone regaining their memories, I confess, that I too have doubts, but… I fear more about what form of person I was. Was I a force for righteous and justice, or was I… an evil tyrant? A warlord? A condemned criminal sentenced to death. What if I had a family? Or a mate… what of them? If any? There are so many questions, and yet, I sense, that they are perhaps, not what is most important. If this was a chance to start life afresh, beginning anew, are we really so right to try and regain what we have lost? What if it was for the best? I am… troubled by such thoughts, but worse, I do not know… I do not know what the best direction is, and yet, I cannot help but press forwards. And then, there is freedom of choice… a person’s will. Did we… did we choose to have our memories taken? Or were they buried by force? Can we even regain them? I do not know the answers to such questions and that, is why I have been so silent, m’lady.”
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