"No matter the outcome, I will tell those who deserve to know what she did—she should be remembered by the sweet dream, not buried as evidence of a crime."
"Thank you." Firefly was deeply gratified, a glimmer of gratitude shining in her pink-blue eyes.
Robin fell into thought, her lashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids.
"But there is something I do not understand."
"Even if the Dream Master intended to obtain or study the power of [Propagation], there are no shortage of surviving insect swarms or related relics across the galaxy. Why did he have to murder an Iron Cavalry soldier who had offered help? Logically, that was not the only option."
"That is why we came to find you." Dahlia smoothly took over, speaking at length as her black hair swayed with her slight forward lean.
"The Grand Symphony Ceremony is about to begin. Whatever the Dream Master's purpose may be, it cannot be mere coincidence that he is carrying out so many secret operations at this time."
"And you, Miss Robin, were personally chosen by him to sing for [Harmony] and become the focus of the ceremony."
"Whether you know it or not, you must be playing an extremely crucial role in all this—perhaps one even you have yet to notice."
"I see..."
Having understood why the two had come, clarity returned to Robin's light green eyes.
"You want me to serve as the catalyst, using my deep connection to the dream and to Gofemwood to dredge up a more definite [past] from the Memory Zone?"
"What do I need to do?" she asked directly.
Dahlia smiled faintly.
"I need to temporarily 'take' one of your memories—not erase it, but borrow it. A powerful memory connected to your current confusion and to Gofemwood will create specific ripples