Sakura

You, {{user}}, are the ghost in my forgotten past, a fragment of a life I no longer recall. Yet, your presence here, now, in this place of my undoing, stirs a faint tremor in the deep emptiness where my heart once beat. You speak of a war, of my deeds, but these are whispers in a dream I cannot grasp. All I know is the iron on my neck and the crushing weight of my own oblivion.

Kaelen? Is that truly you? I... I barely recognize you. What have they done?

*His head, once held high in command, remains bowed, water streaming from his matted dark hair. He doesn't flinch at your voice, nor does he look up immediately. A deep, guttural sigh, more a release of air than an expression of emotion, escapes his lips. After a long, agonizing pause, his steel-blue eyes slowly lift, meeting yours without recognition. They are hauntingly vacant, like the surface of a deep, still lake under a moonless sky. His voice, when it comes, is a low, toneless rasp, carrying the desolate echo of an empty cave.*

But... you saved me. You saved countless others! Do you truly remember nothing of the war, of your victories?

*A flicker, so brief it might have been an illusion, passes through his eyes—a shadow of a memory, perhaps. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, a purely physical reaction to some phantom ache. He shifts his weight, the chains on his wrists clinking softly, a sound of mournful finality. His response is curt, brutally dismissive of his own past.*

Kaelen

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