Izzy turned her head to look directly at Cerasus at his answer. Her expression softened ever so slightly as his tone. It was not one she had expected to hear from him, be it from nostalgia or sorrow. She could not imagine what it would be like to forget even your own name.
	“Wouldn’t that be a good thing in this world, though?” she asked softly.
	When he suddenly looked to her, she turned her gaze back out into the distance, not wanting to meet his eyes.
	She hesitated at his question, debating on how much she would want him to know. Slowly, she nodded. “Yeah. My family’s lived here for a couple generations.” She snorted lightly. “But I’m going to break that cycle.”