Comforting A Ghost
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As we enjoyed lunch, I began to think about what Veredorr had told us. Maybe forcing the guy to speak everything wasn't the right thing to do. I've been taking it for granted that every single Undead can obey me and do as I said, they're always happy to help and all! But… Veredorr's kind of different, he's always gloomy and silent, and unless I ask him a lot, he never really speaks.
I guess he has yet to overcome his trauma…?
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No.
That's not right.
Ghosts, Undead like us… we never overcome our traumas.
We are dictated by them.
Our very existences are an amalgamation of magic and resentment, all the traumas we hold maintain our new existences.
We never leave behind the things that marked us.
The things… that made us suffer the most.
For some reason I lost such memories, maybe because of that, I've been able to adapt and cope with everything easily, but once I regain all those memories, will I change?