Could there be some residue that wasn’t completely removed?
[Even without a heart, even if you lose your memories of me. Do you still think you could love me?]
A voice from distant memories flashed through his mind.
[If so, what form would that love take?]
Indeed, what form would it take.
“Well. The memories have disappeared, but at least their traces remain until now.”
Even if his master doesn’t remember, the creations he made still remain here.
‘Snow falls, aurora waves, and the moon rises every night.’
Isaiah looked up at the full moon floating in the Night Sky.
