what once was lost, shall again be mine?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own The mask remains emotionless, which is not so surprising given that it is a mask - Ludo watches Delphine, her expressions, her questions, her pleas... her bargain. And suddenly it is close, nose to nose with her almost. ”When you last appeared to me, you wished for your children to be gone,” it says, its voice seeming to echo all around. ”And now you come wishing for them to return?” It tuts at her, a rag snaking out to tilt her head up. ”You have your memories, more clear than most could ever hope for. But you still want more.” The fabric of Ludo’s rags seems to shiver, as if it is bristling, and it withdraws away from her again. ”The answer is no. There is no way to reverse what you have done. Your children are dead and buried and gone as per your request. That is the end of it.”