_{[ Hey, he remembered you. That girl, he recognized your voice, from out in the woods when you had pointed a boy and arrow at him. Truthfully, he hadn't liked the look of you, but not to be mean or anything. Just... he didn't like seeing someone so young have a look like you. It wasn't right, you know? And this line of questioning - jeez, what happened to you kid? ]}

Are you sure you really want to forget? I know it probably feels like it now, but... once they're gone, if there is such a thing, don't know if you can get them back again.