I think it may have less edge than your memory, [ he answered, humor in his tone. ] so I cannot promise it a worthwhile endeavor.

[ He lapsed into a silence for a time, the minutes stretching as they passed from Central Park into block upon block of steel megaliths. Finally, when the previous conversation might have been thought forgotten, the Forsaken spoke again, voice quiet. ]

I remember the Lost - all of them. Their names, what made them Lost, where they were and where they needed to go. If they find me again, I remember them, even if there are decades between.

[ His gaze lifted from the concrete beneath his feet to the path farther ahead. The only indication of his mood was a distant glimmer in his pale gaze. ] But I cannot remember the names nor faces of the gods who imprisoned me. The dreams shared between those here draw up memories I had forgotten of the time before my imprisonment.

[ He glanced to his companion, though not quite meeting his gaze. ] I suppose we have that in common, too.