Third-person POV
Electra did not react right away.
The fire still circled her grandfather, steady and contained, throwing shadows into the endless dark. She stood across from him, her face slowly smoothing into something unreadable. The shock had passed, the disbelief had dulled, and what remained was thought.
Her eyes lifted to meet his. "Why?" she asked quietly. There was no anger in her voice at all, only a need for clarity. "Why did you take my memories in the first place?"
He did not answer immediately, and she continued before he could.
"And why are you suddenly offering them back?" she added. "You don't seem like someone who acts without a reason. So tell me what it was."
The flames shifted slightly, as if responding to the shift in her tone. She kept her posture straight, her hands relaxed at her sides, though her fingers were tense.
"You wouldn't have done something like that without a purpose," she said. "So what was it?"
