[Molly shudders instinctively, and then pulls his coat closer around him like there's a chill in the air, but Dranbu is deceptively warm for this season, and it's not very convincing. Hearing that learning about your old one really can take away the new one makes him feel like someone's walking over his grave. It's his one true fear, one he'll put out of his head in a moment, but while the conversation lingers on it, it hovers like a fog, consuming everything.

But what Ren's offering is an extremely specific example- a person forcing others to forget them, not forgetting in itself. He opens his mouth to say something to that effect and then closes it just as quickly. No. It doesn't matter. It's just an example.

Part of him wishes that coming back as the person who would become Molly erased Lucien from the hearts and minds of all he touched, anyway, and since that's the antithesis of what he just said, he endures the thought in silence.]

I think I planted seeds, maybe? She thinks she has a father here, and there's no father to be seen. Also, I did blatantly lie to her face about what she's forgetting, but in my defense, the truth is ridiculous and complicated.