"That's only temporary, I believe in that." Zilvra gently embraced Lynch's neck, stroking his chin as she said, "You will eventually remember."
"I... I remember, I am a great warrior, a warrior who has slain the Magic God. I am so sure of that, and that's all I have left," Lynch said. "But even that is illusory. I'm gradually becoming a shell, living, yet unable to feel or experience. I have no past to compare with the present."
"Liar!" Zilvra pinched Lynch lightly. "If you really thought that, why don't you push me away now? You let everyone else leave, yet you never keep your guard up against me, why is that?"
"Perhaps there's a mark deeper than memory, deeper than all those spells, etched within me," Lynch lowered his head, slowly closing his eyes. "If one day, just like the impression of the universe's greatest warrior, this mark about you also vanishes, what should I do then?"
