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 Ludo waited Remi out patiently, watched the cogs turn and the realisation dawn upon him. All the while the memories continued, a balm upon his sharp edges, a warmth against the cold. And when they faded they left behind a continued comfort, like an invisible embrace wrapped about him. "Sometimes," it said, nodding. "If those who would die would die afraid, or if they are in pain, sometimes it is better that they do not know." It continued to stare at the alchemist with big, black eyes. "I had not considered that such a thing might be useful for those who are left behind," it said, as if Remi had surprised it by teaching it something entirely new.