[He feels like he should laugh at that one. Losing memories, a big part of this place - as if that's something that should unsettle him. As if that's something to be afraid of. As if he's not well-accustomed to precisely that, and larger swathes than any genius loci could steal away from him.]
You know I what? [He might be a liar, but that goes both ways.]
[He takes everyone's secrets to his grave. For as many times as he must.]
no subject
You know I what? [He might be a liar, but that goes both ways.]
[He takes everyone's secrets to his grave. For as many times as he must.]