[ He didn't have a god to caution him of that path, to ease his doubts when his humanity came into question. Coupled with the fact that his personality demanded he fight for the bonds that even now he couldn't remember, yet felt so deeply that he knew something was missing. It was instinct to ignore the pain, the silent nudge that pushed him away from the truth. He'd done it all his life, and those same instincts had driven him to the good Samaritan who revealed too much inciting his need to know. That god hadn't been his own so he couldn't grasp the depth of damage he'd done with his words, which put him on a path he would not waver from. No matter the cost, he would recover the bond that took half his heart and the memories that came with it. ]
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