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Cohen is tempted to hold his hand over his heart in a sacred oath. He refrains from the action, but the words are spoken from the heart, and he takes it just as seriously. "I am" "Can you deliver something to Ve for me?" "I can try my best" Rhys nods, that is all he can expect because he was going in with the same attitude. He hands Cohen the bag. "Walk with me, tell me everything you know about my mother and mostly about Ve" Cohen slings the bag over his shoulder, walking beside Rhys as they walk toward the castle. "What has Ve told you already?" "Start from the start, as if I know nothing" At this point, Rhys feels like he really knows nothing, even the small snippets he has put together have crumbled down now, and he hates himself for it. He is not trying to erase his blame in