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[anna_morcades]

She's recovered from Jaenelle's latest gaffe, and found her way back to her room in a state of strange melancholy. She throws her windows open to the setting sun, and stands there awhile; then falls to pacing.

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore knocks on her door a little while later, very tiredly.

[le_desirous]

"Yes. That's what I'd like."

[anna_morcades]

She drops her eyes, quiet for a moment.

[le_desirous]

"Can that be done, lady?"

[anna_morcades]

She lets him go, turning away. "It might be."

[le_desirous]

"Will you do it for me?"

[anna_morcades]

Another, longer pause. "What will you give me?"

[le_desirous]

"Whatever you ask from me. If I don't remember him, if you keep me from remembering him--"

[anna_morcades]

"Then neither will you remember what you owe me. Will you?"

[le_desirous]

"No, Christ, I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget this. Only him."

[anna_morcades]

She draws in a breath, audibly. "Cannot be done."

[le_desirous]

He looks rather more tired than he had. "Ah."

[anna_morcades]

"It is all one." She still faces away from him, her small frame taut and still. "You cannot take a thing away without touching the thing next to it, cannot take away the earth and leave the grass--"

[le_desirous]

"No. Of course not."

[anna_morcades]

She folds her hands against her mouth for a moment. "But the other, that might be done. I could set a darkness over it, so that you forgot the way of it."

[le_desirous]

"I pray you for that. And perhaps what came somewhat before, the end times and the war? Is that possible?"