[Such declarations are not infrequently accompanied by canings. Caren is used to this feeling, and, not pressed to lie, is honest in her answer.]

This city adheres to the belief that the lost cannot be saved, but from what I have seen it would still memorialize what existed. Zenith keeps memories in art and relics and plants them in gardens. That's what I sought to retrieve.

... On all but one occasion. [Because she had tried, the woman who kept a dying person alive for weeks, to rewind the spiral of time just once. Whatever had possessed her even to try? It's something that feels ever-unreachable, like the backside of the moon.]