"What would you do if you recovered your memories Quetzal?" "Hmmm I don't know, I haven't really thought of it and to be honest I'm not sure I want to Muriel," she replied without looking up at him. "I see."
She shrugged her shoulders fixing her furs around herself while she looked at the fire burning in front of her. She bit her thumb thoughtfully her eyes never leaving the flames. "I don't know what I would I do, even if I had my memories back. "Oh." "What if I was the lowest of the low and made many suffer. How could I live with myself knowing that."
"I think focusing on it would be pointless, there is no need for me to know my past," she mused resting her chin on her knees. "It really doesn't bother you?" He asked quietly and she nodded before smiling at the flames. "It hasn't defined me in a while and it surely won't now." “What makes you so sure of that Quetzal?”
She smiled turning her gaze away from the fire and directing to him huddling close enough to enjoy his body heat. “Because there is no point in concerning myself with it, so neither should you.”