I’d like to try living, in the time I was granted

As with the fang and the gem, the items he finds will trigger more flashes: a delicate crimson poppy (a young woman, wreathed in flames, weeping beside the giant, broken body of her lover. Her grief is something older and more piercing than you can understand. Regret is the weight of millenia, born down upon her shoulders, an emptiness where love once existed and has been taken away.) and a neatly-folded handkerchief with a kissmark in the corner (a man laughing cheerfully, seated across a campfire from you, exuding a warmth that you feel has to be genuine. Regret is your own loneliness, the greater understanding of a camaraderie and team you could have had, but has been taken from you), but they each fit into their respective pedestal.

And then, behind him, a voice: "You're really looking to tidy this place up, huh?"