Valdis laughed softly, "Well, at least I know my brother loves me. He wouldn't jeopardize himself so much if he didn't."

Her gaze shifts back to the sketchbook, deciding to turn a few pages back. Sketches of Pepper, Devin, Anani, scenes of the city, the ones connected to the visions, the vast darkness. All the way to the first sketch of those she had lost so long ago.

"I'm sure there is pain and fear involved with the memory loss." Valdis sighs, "And yet it is far more complicated than that. Still, it's frustrating to only have bits and pieces that vanish as if they were never there. Hence the sketching."

She wasn't sure of much about her father, but the time she had met him after regaining her soul, he hadn't been the most loving person in the world. She managed a smile.

"Being crazy doesn't really have many perks."