[She's quiet for a long moment, and when she does speak her face is so peaceful but also so sad.] There was one moment. My friends and I fought an impossible force, something we were so sure we could not overcome but that we knew we had to try to beat. And my precious friend faced it on her own. She held it back, because she believed she could. It was sealed away, and the Dark Hour vanished. But when that was gone all of my friends' memories of what we had done vanished, too. Only I remembered. For months I was all alone, waiting. We had promised to meet on the roof of the school after graduation if we forgot. And maybe because we wanted it so badly they remembered.
My friend met me on the roof and we looked out at the city. It was such a beautiful spring day, I will never forget it. We sat with her head in my lap and I promised I would always protect her. [She looks so calm, like she can still feel the spring sun on her face.] And then my precious friend closed her eyes, and she never opened them again. But that moment, on the roof, that will always be the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced. I will treasure that memory for as long as I live.