Chapter 603: The Weight of What Must Be Hidden
Orion was quiet for a while.
His gaze remained on the sky, though he wasn't really looking at it anymore. His thoughts had drifted far beyond the clouds, tangled in everything he had just remembered.
Then he exhaled slowly.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" he asked.
Noctis didn't respond immediately.
Orion's jaw tightened slightly before he continued.
"Letting her recover her memories," he clarified. "Especially given what we know about Victoria."
His fingers curled slightly against the rough bark of the tree.
"Maybe… it would be better if she doesn't remember," he said quietly.
The words didn't sound convincing, even to him.
There was a pause.
*I doubt it would be better,* Noctis said.
Orion didn't look surprised. He had expected that answer.
*For what is coming,* Noctis continued, she *needs her memories.*
Orion's gaze shifted slightly, though he still didn't move.
