‘Who...or what, perhaps it should be...are you?’ Yusumi asked, her mouth going dry.
‘I believe the most accurate term to describe myself would be a memory,’ the figure said, in the same voice as the one that'd led them there. This time the volume of it matched Yusumi's own.
‘A memory? Do not speak such nonsense; memories are events people look back on from previous times in their life. They cannot take physical shape, nor can they speak,’ Jidan growled, ignoring Xanna’s comforting hand on his coat and going to sniff at the figure's legs. His snout went right through them.
'For the most part, you are correct, beast. Yet there are other types of memories than the ones you describe. Echoes left in the earth by past events. Like the cry of a wounded soldier, having fallen during battle. Or
