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"I have no such memories," Amet replied. "I only know because of these books." After that the heir was silent. Even as the townsfolk of Egaia waved them goodbye, he did not respond to them. The pair walked past the gate, Amet trailing slightly behind Regda.

A silence fell upon them as the night dawned. There was no taxi this time - they would walk to the dropzone Regda designated. Amet thought as far back as he could. Maybe Regda was right, he could dreg up some memory. But he couldn't. He could only remember his time in Vale. Repressed memories? Perhaps.

"You had the mob. I had myself."