“ i found a bunch of fireflies in the grassy around the camp and was going to catch some, do you want to join me? ”
“come now, morgan. we’re hardly children anymore. there’s work to be…”
… that’s right… morgan remembers naught but his own name and your mother. the reprimand had fallen so easily from your lips, but you may as well be speaking to a stranger– your brother does not remember the countless summer nights in the castle courtyard, running around with jars in hand and owain close behind. your parents and aunt lissa laughed as they watched you play, and then…
you’d lost him, too. father died. mother vanished. your world crumbled around you so quickly, you felt as though you’d blinked and missed it.
your heart twists. you swallow down the flood of emotions that threatens to swallow your heart whole, and realize this is a chance to try and fill in some blanks for him. to make new memories, if nothing else. your brother may not remember his past, and perhaps he may never– but morgan still has his whole future ahead of him. you do not wish for all of his new memories of you to be formed on the battlefield.
“well, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt… just for a little bit. alright?”
