The Aegnor you knew is dead and buried. The words had circulated within his own mind since Mneme had suppressed those drow memories, had ensured that they would no longer get in the way of the rightful memories that should be at the forefront of his mind. No longer did the anger and hate eat at his core, no longer did he want to find the little King and put an end to him. His brother, born after he had been laid to rest, in a fit of sorrow that had stricken their mother. He would need to find Meryasek, to perhaps apologize, and to learn what he could of his family. But first, he had someone just that much more important to find, to express every depth of an apology to. Aegnor would not need to go far in his search, for the wraith stood just outside where he had been held prisoner, where his memories had been fully restored to him. As if the other had been only waiting for this moment. An ache settled into the cavity of where his heart beat, but there was a hesitancy that held Aegnor firm to his spot. Memories washed over him of a simpler time, of when he could have taken hold of Han’s hand and run away with him into the Otherworld, or into parts unknown of the mortal realm. But now --- he would forever remain as a drow, just as the other would remain as a wraith, and Aegnor did not know where that would leave them. “You have every right to hate me,” he stated, gaze focused upon the other, yet incapable of meeting his gaze.
