Yrael snatches the pencil out of the air and snaps it in one clean motion, flinging both halves back at Riku. "Yeah, you remember it differently. Probably because someone burnt holes in his own memory, hoping at last he might have stumbled upon a bright idea. Or maybe someone just likes burning parts of himself."

"Though the physical bits he can't bring himself to do, himself, so he has to find someone else willing to burn him for him, the poor child."