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As long as we're sharing, I acquired some interesting incense.

( For a very brief moment, she looks vaguely troubled, but it passes quickly. )

It seemed to impart a memory, one belonging to a young woman. She was on a ship, it was storming, and she was having quite the argument.

If this woman is Cosette, she was far from being a little girl when she died. There could have been a wife, I suppose. In either case, they were hardly contending for family of the year.

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This place? Memories are currency here, or haven't you noticed? Anything that might remind them of what it's like to be alive.

Maybe, if his memories weren't sold or traded off. It isn't really my area.

( Instinct tells her, no, the damage is done. Her own fractured memory hadn't been extracted and bottled for market, though. Matthias's mind may not be beyond repair. )

But restoring his memory may not be in our best interests.

[companionsgrasp]

You really think he sold his own memories?

[It was not out of the realm of possibility of course, nothing ever truly was, but Benedict doubted a man like Matthias would freely give up something of his own. Wasn't that what his search was all about? Reclaiming that which he thought of an his own?

But desperate times call for desperate measures. Perhaps it had happened as such. He had no way of knowing for sure. Not now, not yet.]

Maybe not. We won't know anything for sure until we see it through.

In the meantime, I suppose we keep looking.