The realization comes them late one night as they pour over a new book. The story follows the friends of an amnesiac as they try to help her remember her past. Although lighthearted at first, her friends begin debating what they should and shouldn’t tell her about herself and begin lying to protect her -- to try and shape her into someone they think would be a ‘ better ‘ person. Although the lies come easily at first, it isn’t long before the protagonist realizes their stories don’t add up and her questions about herself are going unanswered.
The book closes with a soft thud. In the darkest hours of the morning silence amplifies their thoughts, every whispered consideration bouncing off the corners of their tiny room. Who is to say that Merlin, Captain, perhaps even Escanor could not be attempting such deception currently? Any possible motivations would be out of their range of memory. But -- someone who displays such desire to ‘ befriend ‘ them would not be likely to hold back information of asked, would they not? would they?
the conclusion is indecisive.
Sunrise starts to glow on the horizon as they make their way to Merlin’s quarters. Similar to their own habits, the wizard doesn’t seem to have need for sleep and they find her leaned over her desk. Golden eyes watch for a long, quiet moment. As far back as their memory goes Merlin has been with them. Her intentions never seem deceitful or selfish, and she welcomes them into her mind whenever they wish.
But there’s always been something hidden. Words unspoken, fragments of memories too small to grasp, looks exchanged between her and the Captain. The reason for it is clear.
“ ----- Merlin. Out of any individual here, you are most likely to have recollection of my past dating back to when I cannot remember. ”
By now it’s not even a question.
" Why haven’t you told me? “
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