[Honor]

Jasmine sighed, a long tried sounding sigh. She gazed up at the ceiling for a endless moment, her eyes looking at what wasn't there. Pain. Love. Hope. Anger. Lust. All these things were intangible, yet they changed the lives of those they touched in immeasurable ways.

"What about... at trade. I don't know if it would help but perhaps... a memory for a memory. I saw a painful memory of yours so perhaps... I could give you one of mine." She wasn't actually too keen on this idea. Her secrets were her own and never meant to be shared. They were supposed to be forgotten. But she felt it might help him.