The moon made you forget. [ He steps forward, head tilting. ] It... sings. Slices through the sound of souls, self slips away. You can't remember, but you want to remember. ... It is not the same, I don't do that. But... I won't make you forget, if you don't want me to.

[ There is so much to sort through. It is forgetting, but not like he does. It is.. wrong. Forgetting the self. He doesn't do that, he wouldn't. He only makes them forget him. Why would the moon make them forget—? ]

Yes. I came from the Fade, I came to help.