( well, he's insisting. and a cursory glance to laurent tells aspen that he's trying. if this is him trying, then aspen will relent with the scarf. this time. he's quite sure of the two of them laurent is worse off physically.

emotionally and mentally, who knows. )

The doctors and healers said that if they return, they will come at their own pace - and that there was a real possibility that I will never recover my memories due to... ( he shifts, uncomfortable, not wanting to feel like a victim but also knowing that out of everyone, laurent would probably pity him the least. ) Due to the stress my mind and body underwent as a pleasure slave.

But that was years ago, at my first check with a doctor after I was freed. I haven't remembered anything yet, even with my soul magic. ( he gestures to his staff and then laurent. ) That's the magic that must have shared the memory - it influences the mind and emotion. My apologies. I didn't mean to make you witness to something like that.

But really, it's a shame.

( he forces a light smile, though it's sad in nature. he's not going to wallow in misery any longer. somehow, being around laurent makes him stubborn about regulating his own mood.

instead he pretends like his amnesia and enslavement were nothing but a missed meeting. )

In another time, in another place, maybe I would've been near your level of skill. Maybe I could've been a sparring partner. Apparently I excelled at the sword as a child.

( softer; )

Don't remember a thing about it now, though.