[ The Forsaken glanced to his companion, brows lifted slightly in surprise. He smiled, something sad round the edges, and looked forward once more. ]

Most of the Lost who find their way to me convince themselves I was a fever dream, and eventually do forget me.

[ Not all of them, though. Some became worshipers, a rare few among a civilization that had long forgotten the gods. There were no temples or churches in his name as their once had been for the others, only private altars and whispered prayers. He did not mind it. ]

But I cannot fathom what you mean, 'a man like you.' Will you tell me? [ They had promised to keep each other's secrets, after all. ]