[Sieghart is quiet as he considers this revelation. It's different from what he expected, but he finds himself more understanding of this than his earlier impression. Melancholia trickles in unbidden.

Does that make it any less lonesome?

If only he could turn back time . . . ]

It doesn't matter how much of those memories are lost. Some promises never fade.

[He may speak lightly, but he doesn't make his promises the same way. No matter how much shame consumes him from the inside . . . ]

Even if I forget, I won't stop until we meet again.