"Just because we weren't seeing things in the same way didn't mean that we couldn't come to an accord." Mikka replied, much in the same way he always seemed to. No matter how it worried the rest of the Scions, he'd always tried to at least understand where Emet was coming from, why he was doing what he did. "When have you seen me not at least try to find common ground? Not the others, not... anyone before, but me?"

The miqo'te shook his head. "I can't say why I remember and others didn't. I don't know how I even came to start remembering, let alone... " He looked thoughtful, tail flicking faintly as he mulled it over, hand still on Emet, fingers gently running over the Ascian's arm in an absent sort of contact. Familiar enough- even in distraction, Persephone had always been wont to contact, even if it was just the touch of a shoulder against Emet's as they sat together. A thing it seemed Mikka shared. "Maybe the others did remember. Maybe they didn't remember enough. Or they assumed it simply odd dreams. I can... only attest to my own experience."