<ul><span style="font-family: New Times roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Really, our meal was so sumptuous that I have little room left for desert. Whatever you are having, if you don't mind, I would savor just a spoonful."</span></span><br/><br/>The man laughed and agreed, eyes studying the dessert menu.<span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''How about we share a.. let's see what they've got here."</span></span> He muttered under his breath. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"I haven't had one of these in years.''</span></span> Solas picked up the menu and handed it back to the waiter. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''I'll have a New York-Style Cheesecake, please, and two spoons.''</span></span><br/><br/>The man pushed back his seat and leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. He rubbed the palms of his hands together and looked up at Isolde. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''To be honest, I haven't had a chance to remember anything from that time â€“ not until today. It is like I just smacked my head with a watermelon and this constant pain in the back of my head.."</span></span> The man winced and sipped his wine. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">"My current thoughts are disorganized. I have lost all memories related to that time period. After that one battle, any existent memory of that moment just, retreated into the shadows and vanished into thin air. As if it.. never happened. So, why, why now?''</span></span><br/><br/>As the waiter brought his dessert, Solas waved him off and picked up one of the two spoons to place it in front of Isolde. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Like they say in New Orleans; Bonne appetit! I freaking love these.''</span></span> The man commented with a genuine smile as he took a bite of the cheesecake. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Now,..''</span></span> He paused to swallow the sweet mixture in his mouth with a bewildered expression shadowing his features. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Something bothers me. Her. Millicient. She doesn't know that I regained back some of these memories, and I'm not willing to tell her about this anytime soon. I barely even know her. If she was there with you like she said, then she probably knows a lot - things she haven't told me yet. She must be hiding something from me. Unless-''</span></span> Solas glanced towards Isolde with a twinkle in his eyes. He knew he could trust her with whatever he just said but it did not mean he could tell her everything that he knows. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''Unless, she cannot remember everything herself.''</span></span> He added, voice straining. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''But, tell me more about you. Do you remember everything? Where have you two met?"</span></span></span></ul>