"Lass, that was mitigated damage," Set says sadly. "There wasn't much damage to the basement and it only took a night to heal up our wounds. Most importantly, there were no Association flunkies knocking on our door this morning."

"By 'that' I'm going to assume you mean the memories, right? It is unfortunate," Dia rubs the bridge of his nose again--it seems to be becoming a habit--and sighs, "I had hoped you would find something, anything, that might help shine a little light on what is going on. As it is, we are back at square one."