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Memories were important
That was what every Memokeeper believed. It was only natural, when each one was just a collection of memories themselves. To be a Memokeeper was to step beyond being a mere Pathstrider of Remembrance.
It was to abandon their physical form and live on as memories.
It was to declare that the body they held was worth less than their devotion to the Remembrance.
It was to give up their physical agency, content to live on in the memories of others, never to deal directly with an issue.
Always manipulations and negotiations and conniving and plans, but never a strike, a push, or a touch.
It was to give up physical sensation entirely, only able to relive them through the recollections of others.
It was to embody the very essence of Remembrance: A collector of memories, detached from the physical world, an observer content to watch and record.
At least, that was the belief of one Memokeeper who had recently collected a hoard of memories to rival any Emanator of the Garden, one currently going by the name Black Swan.