Yarin's POV:
My mind flashed through many people in an instant, but the final memory settled on that moment at noon. Following Spil's gaze, I saw her -
Aunt Carolyn.
"At first, I couldn't be sure," Spil said, excited yet melancholic. "Appearances can change, bodies can be disguised, but the soul, no matter how much time passes, I can still see the burning flame in her soul that fascinates me.
"She looks almost identical to how I remember her, my beloved..."
He didn't continue, instead clutching his chest and displaying a bewildered expression.
"I think she doesn't remember anything. She looks happy now and no longer needs me. I don't know if I should acknowledge her. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't disturb her peaceful life."
After much contemplation, Spil arrived at the conclusion to give up.
