As soon as the words 'throw it away' reach her ears, Mnemosyne shakes her head quickly from side to side, hugging the atrifact close to her as though that will somehow save it from such a cruel fate. "I couldn't!" her voice is strong, one of those rare moments in which she sounds so sure of herself.

"It... it's precious to me. Even if it's from a long forgotten past... when I look at it -- " and she does just that, gazing at it longingly in her hands again, "it's as though... I can almost remember what it felt like... back then..." back -- when she could still say she had a heart.