“I wonder if what we feel in our hearts today isn't like these raindrops still falling on us from the soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining. I'm wondering if without our memories, there's nothing for it but our love to fade and die. “
What is love, if you inquire a couple with some questions to prove their bond? What is love, if you say the remembering of the past is the love? Isn't it the result of love? Isn't it the proof of some love? This wrethced mist that makes them forget everything. This mist of oblivion. How can I interpret it, that I must seek throughout the story.
Anybody who falls in love is a freak, anybody who falls in love is a freak.
I must stand like the one defeated yet defiant.
“It's simply this, princess. Should Querig really die and the mist begin to clear. Should memories return, and among them of times I disappointed you. Or yet of dark deeds I may have once done to make you look at me and see no longer the man you do now. Promise me this at least. Promise, princess, you'll not forget what you feel in your heart for me at this moment. For what good's a memory's returning from the mist of it's only to push away another? Will you promise me, princess? Promise to keep what you feel for me this moment always in your heart, no matter what you see once the mist's gone. “
K. O.