"I said, 'I'm your mortal enemy.' You asked, I answered."
"But what does that mean?"
"It means what it sounds like it means. You and I are adversaries. We've vowed to kill each other."
"Why are you telling me something like this?"
"Because it's true, and you asked."
"But that doesn't make any sense!"
"That's only because you don't remember."
"Then tell me!"
"I can't do that, Bryn."
"Why not? You've told me this much, why not everything? Don't you know how I've searched for clues to my past? And here you sit, with answers, and you would refuse to give them to me!?" Bryn's voice sounded hurt, but Maeve knew it was better this way.
"Look, Bryn," Maeve began, her tone becoming a comforting and sympathetic one, "I can't tell you everything. I know it, but I am forbidden to be the instrument that causes your demise."
"But you said we vowed to kill each other? If you vowed to kill me, why wouldn't you want to be the 'instrument' that 'causes my demise?'"
"It's not as simple as all that. Aye, I took that vow, but you are not the person you used to be. Neither am I. The vow is not the same when the people are different."
"Riddles. You speak in riddles."
Maeve smiled. "I remember a time when I would have said the same of you."
"I still don't understand…"
"And you won't until your memories return. But for now you must take comfort in the fact that they will return, though it will take time."
"Um, excuse me ladies," Eyolf broke into the conversation. "But there is still the matter of a little bit of dirty work I'm supposed to be performing. You need to come to a decision, and fast!"
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