-no but the vast vast majority of them are like that-
-like dozens of memories later there is one-
-that is much the same-
-until the sound of footsteps can be heard-
-coming down the corridor is-
-a short guy, with a torch and a sword, wearing heavy plate armor-
-some old man in a hat and a robe, a miniature dragon perched on his shoulder-
-this chump with a bow who is vaguely reminiscent of archer-
-they're chatting amicably, unaware-
-casrin remains still as they approach-
-finally lurching towards them once they get close-
-the rest of the memories are in that same corridor-
-except for the last one...-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Lingers with the unhelpful ones for a second-
-And gets a little bit-
-Forward-
-And tries to wrest out any other details she can-
-If she knew why she was there, if she knew who they were, if she had a clue where she actually was-
-Perhaps how long ago this was-
-It's not screw tightening, but it's a bit pressured-
-nope, nope, nope, like a week ago-
-in the very last one-
-she is in a wholly different place-
-it's like this-
-grimy alley-
-with a very odd view once she's looking up-
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-although, anything about... 50 feet away from her just turns into this complete haze of blurriness and darkness-
-the alley's empty, except for this weird portal a ways ahead-
-a woman in a red coat steps out of it-
-and is rather shocked-
-she tries to go back the way she came, but the portal has already vanished-
No, no... Archer, get—
-she stops, looking at a tattoo on her hand-
...Get... ...Damn it.
-comes to a quick decision looking around-
-and exits the alleyway, fading into the aforementioned haze of blurriness and darkness and whatnot-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

-Content sigh- Right...
Thank you.
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