Memory is a peculiar thing, you desperately search for it when lost, yet once found, you wish to cast away those parts filled with pain and despair.
Anna's gaze lacked much emotion, even unnaturally calm, making Roger feel that she had relaxed significantly.
"You know, Roger, before recovering my memory, I wandered in the graveyard countless times."
"Bodies were buried in the soil, their flesh absorbed by me, and their souls unfolded before my eyes like pages in a diary."
"I perused their memories, felt their pain and joy, and imagined my past countless times."
"Not too bad."
Anna even showed a rare smile, "It's not as bad as I imagined."
She sighed, "The only regret is that I was able to recover so little of my memory, after all, I was too young at the time, with frail Soul Power, and didn't leave many memories."
"Especially those about my mother."
"I can't even remember her face or her name."
"But fortunately, I found myself."