But Herbert was not quite the same as most people.
He felt that he was very petty, unable to remember the good things, and only holding onto the moments when others wronged him.
He was all about holding grudges.
"When everyone has forgotten, do you still think this matter is a serious issue?"
"...No, I don't."
Sofia now felt a sense of bewilderment, as if her previous entanglements and anxieties were child's play and carried no real significance.
Right, what am I really doing?
She shyly bit her lip, feeling a slight warmth on her face—even though as a spirit body, she wasn't supposed to have such feelings.
"Very good."
Herbert smiled, patting her on the head, then asked, "Besides, is forgetting something new?"
"In the Heroic Spirit Pool, you drank the Wine of Oblivion, said farewell to your past self, shed past memories, and were reborn."
"And isn't it the same for you now?"
