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[memoriesandfate]

[This Lloyd isn't in the field this time. Instead, he finds himself in the town and sitting on a wooden bench. He's staring down at something - an old and crumpled wanted poster of himself from months ago. He seems pretty lost in his thoughts, especially when he speaks quietly to himself.]

So, when you go back... You might not remember anything.

[He lets out a long sigh.] It's better that way. I don't think I want to remember this place anymore.

[He hopes no one is listening, but he's so distracted that anyone could be nearby without his notice for once.]