He frowned at him, his hand raised mid spell. "Your... journal?" he asked hesitantly. "What do you mean?"
"I had a journal," he said, his voice soft. "I put everything in there. Everything I did for as long as I had space in it. It was personal. They read it."
He let his hand down and tilted his head thoughtfully before his face hardened. "No. She told me not to listen to you."
"That's because she doesn't trust me anymore. She thought it was be but it was those who are above me." He paused before shaking his head. "I want to forget. Please, just go on with it."
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Well, I can only make you forget the last fifteen minutes or so. Just to preserve our safety and everything." He was quiet for a moment before frowning, glancing over his shoulder to ensure they were alone. "What did you... do to her, anyway?"
"Me personally?" he asked with a sigh. It was obvious it made him uncomfortable. "Nothing. I loved her. It was the mages. They.. They went to her home and destroyed it. They killed so many.. They cut off their wings. I suppose it was my fault, for writing about the place."
He shook his head slowly, eyeing him suspiciously. "She's... she doesn't talk about it, but the others do. God. She hates you."
Sam frowned, watching the sky. "That's alright. She should. She should hate every human. We're just awful."
"God. Of course not. I never would have spoken to her when we first met if I knew it would lead to this."
He studied him, his face not unkind. "Can you... maybe tell me a little bit about her before... you know... before she lost her Enryli?"
Sam went quiet, his gaze thoughtful. "She was lovely. I'm sure she still is, but.. She was so kind and good. I don't know much about her now, but she played a lot of pranks. She loved her friends. She was brighter than the sun. I swear it."
The boy watched him carefully, his arms crossed before he sighed, looking down at the ground. "Okay. God. I'm an idiot," he muttered. "Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to wipe only parts of your memory. You're going to know that you found more pixies, and you're going to know that you're going to meet me at the outskirts of the forest tomorrow morning. You're going to forget what you told me and you're going to forget where you found us. Eden can never know that I did this. Okay?"
He squinted at him before flapping his wings slowly. "I want to give you a chance to be good," he said after a moment. "Fae'dylei believed that everyone contained goodness within them. I am not the person to go against her."
