...the original plan to make the relics was meant to save our entire reality from something called the Hunger. If it obtained the power source that we hid inside those relics, it could absorb entire worlds-- we traveled to one hundred of them, and there were... many of them that we failed to save. But by splitting up that source, the Light, it wasn't able to find us. We were able to hide, we could stop running from world to world, and we thought... some danger in the world was better than losing the entire thing. I never wanted to do it, I had my own plan, but I was... overruled.

And we were wrong, Sieghart, what we did was-- it was a mistake. We damned that world. Lived apart from it and watched as it slowly killed itself over the relics we made, and I watched my family grow-- colder. Distant and withdrawn. I couldn't stand what coping with our mistakes was doing to them, that wasn't who they were, but I... I couldn't go against their will and the decision that we all made.

So... I had to change that will. If they forgot, I could fix it myself. They could live in that world and be happy, I could save all of us and let them remember when my work was done.