~{LANZON'S POV}~
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"What memory is it by the way?" I curiously inquired as we journeyed there.
"It's the memory of how we felt when we lost Ingrid twice. It felt like nothing could bring us back. We nearly lost ourselves but thankfully we didn't. Somehow God helped us keep living and thanks to Lanzon's unrelenting devotion to God, we couldn't lose ourselves."
I listened attentively and pondered on it. I noticed that the white haired Lanzon was put in high regard, like he was Lord over us when we were all one. It was still weird to fathom.
"But why will he go there of all places? I thought we've moved on? It makes no sense." My red haired lookalike complained.
"Well, in my own understanding, since you both say he must've lost his memory just as I did. It could be that he's trapped in that memory, thinking that's where he's at, living in a world where he lost Ingrid." I carefully explained while pondering on it.
"That makes sense," my black haired lookalike agreed.
