A Name From Legend

I stared at him in confusion, then my eyes lit up. "Wait-"

"Yes, the legendary scholar of old." Fetheion glanced at the sword. "His achievements are too many to count right now, but it's safe to say that he was a strong person." He hesitated. "A strong mind who didn't completely succumb to the corruption." His voice turned bitter. "It's a shame to see his magical prowess was what remained, instead of his brilliance."

I couldn't help but feel awkward. Did Fetheion know him in person? "And you're sure the corrupted demon we killed was Dorith?" I asked. I needed to be sure. 

"Yes," Fetheion nodded as he reached down and took my sword in hand. "Don't you have his memories?" 

I sighed. "Bits and pieces." It was a relief not to have all of his memories. "I don't think his soul is…." I hesitated. How could I put this into words? "I don't know if he even has the rest of his memories anymore."