Khalid likes to think he’s got a fairly good memory about things - he’s good at remembering little details about people ( something he used to use for his own advantage, now it’s a genuine remembrance, to show that he cares about the people in his life ). He can recall the faces of his parents, he can recall the faces he knows back home from Almyra, and he knows he traveled to Fodlan to achieve his budding dream, allowing his grandfather to name him as heir to the alliance and enrolling him into the Officers Academy.
... But who were his classmates?
He remembers the voice of a peppy but rather lazy girl who constantly tried to get him to do her work for her, he remembers a condescending noble who snooped around after him. The traits of his classmates are vague, little things that most people would brush off but clearly they were something important to him, but he remembers that that at the very least.
Yet, what did they look like? Why did their voices sound so far away and so muffled in his head, as though they were getting farther and farther away from him? The pain in his heart is sharp, as though he's forgetting something important.
Something important.
If he had classmates, which he surely did - he knows he attended the Officer's Academy, then he must have had a teacher, right? There's Hanneman, but he knows that he was the professor for the Blue Lions. Maybe it's Manuela who taught them, but no... He recalls the the Black Eagles' house leader ( her name... what was her name again? what was the other leader's name again, as well? ) mentioning that Manuela had taught them.
Then who taught him and his classmates? He can't recall anything about them - their name, their face, anything aside from the fact that they taught him and his classmates. Were they that forgettable to him? The pain in his heart stings, as though he's forgotten something important.
Something important.
"■■■■■■, there you are! Hey, don't run from me! You promised you'd help me with this!"
"You're slacking off again, aren't you ■■■■■■? At least have some respect for your grandfather and the Alliance he's helped govern!"
"■■■■■■, you don't have to be strong around us anymore."
-- There's a name they're saying. Is it his? It's the name he and his mother chose so that he could travel to Fodlan without much trouble. Why can't he recall it? Why does it feel like he's forgetting something important?
Something important.
"... Huh, this is a little troublesome, isn't it?"
There's almost a bitter laugh to his words. The tiny wyvern on his shoulder lets out a concerned noise. Even if he doesn't show it, Setareh knows that her rider is feeling some distress.
The feeling of grasping onto something that's so close, yet so out of reach to him. It distresses him. It makes him feel like he's back at square one with everything that's happened to him.
Something important was so lost to him. Like the stars that hang in the sky, he can't reach them.
