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 nodded slowly, seeming pleased that such a degree of understanding had finally cloaked itself about Remi. A lesson, it hoped, that he would not soon forget. "Small deaths, in and of themselves," it murmured. "Each memory lost is the death of a life you had lived. You ought to cherish them closely, sweetling. For you do not know how little of you remains once those you hold dear forget you. What are we, if not what we are to others?" Cryptic, perhaps, but Ludo was not finished, and it did not give Remi too much time to consider. "Come with me." The pale child turned, stepping off the pier, away from the statue, and plummeting away towards the ocean. Would Remi stay, or would he follow?