King Elk Forest we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair

what she tells him doesn't quite make sense -- but memory is a fraught, shifting thing, incomplete and imperfect. that's why we have historians. that's why we catalogue at all. he files molech and undersea away, fragments of something that might come up again - and blinks slow at her admission. anatha is vague enough but delight thinks she means amnesia of some sort. his mouth still tastes minty. "so you really don't remember a lot, huh?" the androgyne asks, blunt but not unkindly. "is undersea a .. pack?"