If only she had let her go, but Mnemosyne's existance these days was hardly forgiving. She shuddered slightly as she was addressed -- this girl must have been talking to her, there was no one else around. As she turned slowly to look over her shoulder, she seemed to sink within herself a little. Endymion... was that a name she was supposed to know?

"I-I'm sorry..." she stumbled over her own words, trying to find her voice, "I... don't know who that is."