"Are my words bringing back memories to you?"
It was Jezebeth's words that coaxed Kevin out of his thoughts and back into the present. When he raised his head, he looked directly into Jezebeth's eyes.
"How much do you know?"
Kevin asked, his eyes losing focus every so slightly.
"Not much."
Jezebeth replied, walking around the patch of grass he was on.
"My recollections are rather disorganized. Only fragments of the past remain in my memory. Many times, I recall beating you. I recall the various methods I used to defeat you...but I do not recall the exact events that transpired."
Jezebeth's feet came to a sudden pause, and his head turned.
"...Of course, this is due to the fact that I have not yet amassed every fragment. Once I've collected each and every one of them, I'll naturally remember everything."
"I see..."