If I could make you do anything, I wouldn't be stuck telling you stories. Now would I?
[ He can't lie. Even if he could, he can't make promises that he can't keep. ]
We'll never speak his name again. We'll track down every caravan that lost a member in the city and tell them that the monster is gone and to remember their lost friend but forget the thing that hurt them. But- no matter what we do, some part of you might remember. Some nights you'll wake up, and it'll take a moment to realize that you're there and not here. Maybe sometimes we'll touch you, and there'll be just a few seconds when you try to put a fucking icicle into us. I- nothing I can do will change that.
But we can give you better things to remember. Happier things. Enough of them to drown those out and keep them rare. And when they happen we can sit with you and hold onto you until you're grounded and you know for sure that you're here with us. And they'll happen less and less, then. Until they happen so rarely that they may as well be gone forever.
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[ He can't lie. Even if he could, he can't make promises that he can't keep. ]
We'll never speak his name again. We'll track down every caravan that lost a member in the city and tell them that the monster is gone and to remember their lost friend but forget the thing that hurt them. But- no matter what we do, some part of you might remember. Some nights you'll wake up, and it'll take a moment to realize that you're there and not here. Maybe sometimes we'll touch you, and there'll be just a few seconds when you try to put a fucking icicle into us. I- nothing I can do will change that.
But we can give you better things to remember. Happier things. Enough of them to drown those out and keep them rare. And when they happen we can sit with you and hold onto you until you're grounded and you know for sure that you're here with us. And they'll happen less and less, then. Until they happen so rarely that they may as well be gone forever.