A Nightfarer fights until the Night is broken. But in so doing, we lose ourselves -- the memories that make us who we are.

[ Ironeye's answer was, strangely, without much regret. Perhaps some memories, once dissolved, lightened the spirit. Perhaps it was difficult to mourn something one could no longer recall. Or perhaps, after having fought so long, even his dreams had brimmed over with Night. ]

There were some things I never lost. For the rest... I made a habit of writing things down.

So you see, my memory is full of holes. But if I should forget a promise to you, perhaps you ought to try your dagger? It might jog something loose. [ Ah, assassin humor. ]