"You realize that sounds mad," Fin said, changing into a long green robe and perching himself on the edge of the bed. "I'm not calling you a liar, only that you must know how it sounds. You are the lone believer of this tale, and you want us to conform to your reality? It would make more sense to conform to ours. To hold onto the past only as a memory and build new ones fresh. The Fawn you know isn't my brother in more than one way, meaning this Fawn is not yours at all. Do you not think it cruel to rest the weight of your past on him, rather than creating a new future here? That is, if you truly do hold him in your heart as you say. You may just be transferring emotions onto him. Onto me as well."