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[tea_bending]

Terrific news! I've remembered some things about my past! It seems I owned a tea shop in the great city of Ba Sing Se.

There was a boy working there with a scar on his face who called me uncle. He always seemed on edge about something. Maybe he didn't like the wall hangings...

[2% spent on the memories described above.]

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[tea_bending]

Iroh looks mildly concerned at this, "But they seemed so polite and friendly over there."

[nomen_est_numen]

"I'm not saying I believe the conspiracy. I'm simply saying that it exists, even though there's little, if anything to support it. Personally, I can't see what anyone could gain from such manipulation."

[tea_bending]

"I can't say I do either."

After a moment of silence, he asked, "So what have you been remembering?"

[nomen_est_numen]

"Nothing... quite so useful, I'm afraid. All I've been recalling is... someone I once knew. Her scent... her touch... the sensations, the--reactions I would have in her presence or even simply hearing her mentioned to me. But I can't remember her face... or her name... but...." He breaks off, one wing going to his brow. "Her... voice. I remember her voice--like a soft flute. Gentle and melodious. I remember what her scent always meant to me...."

He shakes his head. "If it's simply fate that chooses what we remember, then fate is cruel, indeed."

[tea_bending]

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure more will come with time."

[nomen_est_numen]

Shen sighs. "That much is certain. I only hope that other things I remember won't be so... saddening."