Auguste felt bad for Tilda's abrupt dismissal, but he couldn't really do anything about it. His mother gave off a very powerful aura and she carried herself in such a manner as well. She flicked ashes off of the end of her cigarette and they fell through the air onto the clean carpet.<br/><br/>"Come, darling. Join me down in the sitting room," she said, hooking her arm with Auguste's. He was bewildered. She was his mother but she was so proper even with him. Was it always this way?<br/><br/>"Yes, mother," Auguste said, duly. He followed her out of the library and down the hall towards a flight of stairs. As they descending, Auguste looked about with wonder. It was almost as if he were seeing a place for the first time yet he felt as if he should know it.<br/><br/>The whole manor was elegantly furnished and well cared for.<br/><br/>"I do keep forgetting your amnesia, but it is truly a spectacular sight, no?" She smiled at her son who nodded.<br/><br/>"I just wish I could have my memory of this place again."<br/><br/>"Give it time, my dearest, these things take time. You're lucky to even be alive at all. You can't rush things like this. Believe me nobody wishes to see you suffer so. You have many important duties you're not fulfilling due to your unfortunate accident, but they can wait. I don't care how our mighty ruler presses. I will not have you leave the loving walls of the manor while you're still in such a poor state of mind."<br/><br/>Her words perturbed him.<br/><br/>"Mother...when was the last time I left the manor?"<br/><br/>"Three years ago," Raqiza stated glumly.<br/><br/>That sent a jolt through Auguste and caused his heart to sink. He had been dealing with this for over three years? How in the world did they remain patient with him?<br/><br/>He found himself being led into what seemed like a smaller library except that it was more adequately furnished for sitting around for lengthy periods and discussion. He claimed a comfy chair and his mother sat across from him.<br/><br/>He hoped he would have a chance to talk to Tilda again. His mother was decent enough and she truly seemed to care, but she was almost like a closed door to him in that he couldn't speak freely with her. He felt that maybe he could with Tilda, but would even that be wise? How was he sure he could trust Tilda? He figured he'd only be able to find out by trying. Maybe the amnesia would strike again and he'd be reduced to a hermit once again.<br/><br/>It was truly frightening to think that he had been basically a zombie for such a very long time.