But we can't stand still in the hope the past remains untarnished... as for the past, the 'me' standing there died a long time ago.

... That isn't a story for now.

[He's not too much taller than her, so she's able to keep up with his pace- her own cloak rippling behind her.]

"Dead, hm...is that how you see it?"

[She ignored the little her, though.]