Who could know. Perhaps he'd find out with time. Molan wasn't sure, he couldn't really know entirely as... well... not everything was clear. He wasn't sure, even as he searched his memory for what he'd forgotten, what he gave away to return the world to what it should have been, he only felt blanks. But he couldn't even judge where something might have been. A- no if anything a near perfect removal. As if nothing had been.
He did recall willingly giving something up, but what he hadn't the faintest. Just that it... was gone.
He watched as the fellow in armor approached, eyeing the 'exchange' between he and the staff in silence before he decided to speak up. Yes, apparently that WAS it. Everything was alive... and fine in it's own way. A speech like any other as he spoke of a debt and was to send him off. That was fine. He'd... rather be where he belonged. He had things he missed, though...
"Keep that thing in check then." He offered before walking off down toward the door without a second glance. Honestly, gratitude only went so far. If anything it would just be best to hope he never saw the figure again. For the entire world's sake most likely. And with that he stepped through the orange door, only to hear a few words... words he didn't mind...
Then again, wasn't it obvious he wasn't... dead? What with the staff. "Just as long as he keeps him in check..." He felt like a bit of a broken record as he shook his head, finding himself near the gates of the school as he stepped out.
He'd only managed a few steps, feeling the weight of his own form again, his mind still trying to find order for everything. Forgetting it all, putting it all together. It was a bit of a bother. Still, he couldn't manage that much. 'Who do you think you are?' He paused at the voice, glancing around for the source and finding nothing at first, his ears falling flat a bit wary. Too much had happened for him not to worry at this point. 'Look at your shadow.' Without thinking he did so, staring at it in silence.
Strange, bright wasn't a word he typically would have used for a shadow, they were usually bland, blurred a bit by the offset of light. Instead... it felt, looked stronger, more defined than usual. Almost bright, to a point it drew his attention. Peculiar. Though what was more peculiar was the shape, quite obviously closer to being akin to that of the figure he'd just left... why? 'Your have forgotten something. Memories. I borrowed those from you and now you have my word I will return them. You are bound perhaps for greatness. Take these memories and become more than you ever were, greater than you can possible imagine. As long as there are still heroes in this world, as long as someone calls for me, for the need to Protect this world, I will be there.' Ah... yes.. the memories. What had he forgotten..?
He didn't get a chance to ask. The figure was gone again, instead leaving an odd lock and chain around his neck. He couldn't see it himself, but the thing was a lovely blue with a faint glow. Etched in where symbols, he could tell by tracing his finger over it, but... he wasn't sure. The chain that held it in place was of a similar hue...
How bothersome, he couldn't recall... he wasn't even sure how to unlock the memories themselves. And this thing would certainly find a way to end up tangled in his hair. He grimaced slightly, shaking his head a bit as he toyed with it slightly, seeing if there was any way to move it, but the thing was rather stuck. Apparently... until he remembered it... whatever he'd forgotten, this was a curse to aiding the world.
Memories were a burden at times, even if they were worth keeping.
...really. If not for the fact they were important, treasures that... even if he gave them up he wanted back. If not for that, because certainly they had to be worth it, he'd have told the thing to keep them. But... what was it he forgot? Curious as he was, he wanted to know. He wanted to know how the thing worked, that now chained what he lost to him.
Pretending to be some sort of hero was a bit more trouble than he'd imagined.
