"Do you honestly think you can turn back the hands of time just by hearing her voice?"
The question was asked in a condescening way, ridiculing the other person, making his ideas sound stupid. However, if asked that same question, I know my answer would be yes. I knew that if someone asked me that same question about her I would remember everything in perfect detail.
The first time I used the Dagger.
The Vizier tricking me into opening the Hourglass.
Farah and I meeting.
The dream (or was it?) I had of her.
Her death.
The kiss we shared.
My use of her special word right before we left.
I knew I was destined to become little more than a shadow in her memory. A strange anomaly that would be forgotten as quickly as I came. I accepted this fate, after all, Persia and India are enemies, a fate sealed in stone.
Besides, the Dahaka wishes to kill me, because I am suppposed to be dead. To be with Farah would put her in needless risk, especially since I cannot kill the Dahaka.
In the end, I am nothing more than a shadow...