Days passed.
Life returned to normal.
Or at least, that was what Lucien wanted to call it.
In truth, the world had changed again.
The influence of Oblivion had been erased, and memory had returned to those who once knew him.
And when memory returned, so did consequence.
The first to come was Dawnbinder.
And Lucien could see it in his face.
The frustration. The shame. The deep wound to pride.
For a Pathfinder, forgetting a path already walked was not a minor failure.
It was humiliation.
Dawnbinder stood before Lucien in a quiet chamber and lowered his head.
"I forgot you," he said.
Lucien did not answer.
"I stood before you. I spoke with you. I knew there was something important missing, and still I did not find the path back to the truth."
His voice roughened slightly.
"For one who calls himself a Pathfinder, that is not a small failure."
Lucien watched him for a moment, then sighed.
