"The reason you met me is so that I can tell you this: if you have to debate about something then it is not what you want." Demothi fell easily into speaking with the boy. He had heard enough from him to have decided his was worth the time to chat with. "Do not chase possibilities, they are no more than ghosts." Once Demothi himself had sought after the same ghosts that he warned Rikyn of. It was at least one thing he had lived long enough to regret.
His tumor had fed upon memories. Perhaps that was why it had grown so quickly. It had gorged itself on every memory of his life before its coming. Demothi had remained close to those who claimed to be family and friends until he could no longer take being told what he did and did not like or who he loved. He was driven mad by the pity that they gave. Leaving love behind Demothi moved on to make memories that would be his to carry and to make sure that he was remembered even after his death. To be forgotten would be truly worse than death.
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