[Themis opens his mouth; closes it, as if thinking twice about saying what's on his mind.]

I wish I could simply forget, but...

[The sense of duty embedded within the memories is too strong to ignore. The dedication and purpose. The sheer amount of love that went into his actions, twisted as it was. It really happened, that much is for certain, or those emotions wouldn't be so deeply entwined with the things he saw... right?]

Standing here fretting about it isn't going to help. Come, we should go somewhere out of the chill; perhaps we can speak of this more. I'd like to hear what you've seen.