In memories, his face was merely an illusion, his life merely a story to his mind. And the reason for it was simple.
Those that dare to mess with fate, chance oblivion. Their entire existence or mention will be removed from reality, what remains are their actions and nothing more.
Only a few can retain the memory of their existence, people with strong spirits, and mystics. "Acting like you care after disappearing all those years ago… I don't want your charity." Darde reprimanded his sister, who looked at her little brother, barely able to see similarities in who he used to be.
He changed so much that it almost felt alien to her. But this is what happens when someone is left on their own. Her brother adapted to his situation, finding a life of his own in this city and with responsibilities; his conduct changed as well.
