Perfectly understandable. [ He, too, had encountered a similar dilemma. His previous memories simply didn't come to him, no matter how hard he tried; they had been swallowed up, entirely obliterated by that traumatic experience.

He'd been wracked with guilt for a long, long time. ] I can't say I don't understand that sentiment, myself.

[ He holds out a hand, a bandage flying out ahead of him and burning away to create a light that can melt the snow at the same time, making it a little easier to walk. ]

Lead the way, miss Miach. This is your territory, far more than mine. It seems apt you should be the one to decide what we look at first.