Rosario

Rouge and Jacques look at the female between them, silently ushering them ahead into the Depths of the Whispering Dark, before sharing that look between themselves. Rouge seems to gain a sense of bravery before his counterpart, as he loudly asks, "So how do you know us, exactly?"

Rosario doesn't look back, her paws padding lightly on the dirt as her claw keeps steady on her ghost lit lantern. "As how anyone else knows others: we met and I grew to know you both." Jacques frowns.

"I have no memory of this," he says softly, as he catches up with her steady stride. "I don't exactly have any memory of anyone before Caleb, to be honest. My husband and his friend Voltaire are the ones I remember best, and everything before that is just a vague sense of awareness."

Rouge sighs, as he adds on, "That's my situation too, but I remember Telahlo somehow, even though a century has passed since she departed for the Afterlife. I feel like we were friends? But I can't be sure."

Jacques seems to understand this, as he repeats, "It's just a vague sense of knowing, like déjà vu."

That is when Rosario stops and turns, her violet eyes studying both men that trailed after her. They think she means to scold them or something else, but she only responds, "I am not surprised. I did take both your memories, but the process was not perfect. It never is; if I took everything, I'd only kill you in the end. No, I had to erase as much as I could without stealing your life forces."

Both men stare at her, mouth agape, as she merely offers, "You needed to survive, but your traumas threatened you. I had to do what I could, to see you'd come back here safely. Destiny demanded it, so I obliged."