Lore:Orias's Notes V
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The first memory that returned to me was her face... and then I had no idea who she was. It was a month until her name returned, too -- and then I remembered.
It was an avalanche afterwards. Sights, sounds, thoughts -- all returning, recovered one by one. Until the end -- until the final memory. The flame, the scream -- the pain...
When did Adramelech's first memory return, I often ask myself? And what was it? I wonder how long he kept lying to me, keeping me useful, while hiding his old hatred of me in plain sight. I know, of course, that by the time I had to run, he had remembered everything that once concerned us three. After all, he did tell me as much... and if I had any doubt as to how fiery his hatred still was, after all this time, my scar proves it all too well.
One would think something so old would not be as fiery a sliver, even when forgotten and remembered again, but... Perhaps it was the time that actually was the reason.
Perhaps once his memories recovered the hatred, he was so drunk on it that he could not feel anything but that. Though the obsession must have come earlier. I still remember his excitement about the Chronicles, when he first spoke of the Chosen -- it was far too candid. He would not be able to fake it just to fool me... Would he?
Then again... there's no point in dwelling on this now.