all that was me, is gone

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "Memories are precious." Given how playful, how mischievous, how childlike Ludo could be for others who visited the shrine, Remi's presence always seemed to draw out its quiet and sombre nature. Its voice rang out but it was not there - not in the usual garb, anyway. But if Remi looked very closely, he might notice something standing behind the statue, something little pressed tightly against it, and a glimpse of small, blackened fingers stroking along the stone. "But sometimes, death brings the worst memories for those who are left behind." Remi would see it, acutely, projected from Ludo and out to him - the vivid moment of Aoife's death, the pain, the helplessness, the horror. "It leaves its marks. You know that too well. Don't you?"