>>5231764>>5231765>>5231770>>5231777>>5231795>>5231907>Ask about Ingrid.“..You certainly seemed acquainted with your sister.” You observe. “Did anything take place between you two?”
“Oh, did you pick up on that? How astute of you!” Ava laughs bitterly. “What is it? You want to know her weakness so that we might easily kill her next time?”
“..I meant no offense by it.” You ease her. “I just thought it a shame.”
“..My apologies. I lost my composure.” The dhampir turns away, her head low. “If you must know, Ingrid, like Morne, came to me a short while ago for help. I.. broke a long held promise and told her of immortality’s existence. Ingrid began to search for it in a frenzy–desperate for it now, just like Morne. That’s all.”
“For help?” You echo. “She’s an undead with magical ability, is she not? What possible use could she have for immortality?”
“..As tempting as immortality might seem, all known forms of it have caveats. That’s what makes the prospect of true immortality so enticing.” Ava speaks carefully. “For undead, that catch is the loss of memory. As centuries wear on and their bodies decompose and recompose over and over again, their minds reach a.. critical point, and they begin to lose memories–themselves, their past, their friends and family. It's an ugly thing. Ingrid’s mother, an undead herself, lost all memory of her own daughter and my father. And now Ingrid’s begun to lose herself, too. She once forgot father's name.”
“I see.” You’re unsure of how to respond.
“..Do you think me a bad person?” Ava keeps her face turned away from you. “To deny my own siblings relief from their misery when I can so easily save them.”
>She did what she thought was best.>To turn away from her own brother and sister like that is a terrible thing do.>Ask why it seems that only she knows so much about “true immortality.”>Ask why she keeps such a secret like immortality from her own family.>Ask about Morne.>Ask about her father.>Write-In. 