Heads on a science apart

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ludo listened and watched and waited, flicking up little flurries of snow with its fabric, only to tilt its mask up to stare at Remi as he made his suggestion. A quiet laugh echoed through the mask, neither male nor female. Ludo shook its head. "I am afraid I cannot do anything with a memory of which I am a part of," it said, starting to roll snow into another ball. If Remi wasn't careful he'd find himself as target practice again, no doubt. "Come now, there must be a significant memory for which you have little use? From your childhood? What of the not-dead fox? Anything there you are willing to part with." Ludo threw the snowball. "And you still have not named your price. I grow bored.