"I spent a year and a half in Beacon," Soldat says with a small smile. "I collected a lot of stuff. The most important bits, though, are my memories. We had a thing. An event. Where opals fell from the aurora. When you picked one up, you experienced a memory. Yours, or someone else's. I have a whole collection of mine. As long as I had them, I could never forget those times, those people, ever again." Their notebooks, too, where they wrote down all the memories not in those stones... they want those, too.

They look at the little plastic ghost resting on their shoulder, somehow balanced perfectly, and sigh, "Also, I had a little doll that looked like one of my dear friends. I kinda miss that, too." Maybe it's silly, but dammit, their Owl Friend plushie was adorable and meant a lot to them.