[ Kaname holds no special attachment to memories. Over the course of many millennia, there are more than a few he doesn't mind losing, their value superficial.
And yet, there is one that stands out from the rest, a feather he looks at intently, uncertain. It is a precious memory, the most precious, for it is the only one in which the one it focuses upon is not tainted with lies and sorrow, free of pain. ]
... Share it, huh.
[ He is skeptical and full of do not want. Still, he glances away, wonders if there is anyone he would even consider giving it to. ]