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He’d suddenly been able to look through and even almost experience the reaper’s own memories about House Elroy, going back all the way to when they were still the Arman people.

Not to mention, it gave him a much clearer picture of what his more recent family had truly been like, too. His father. His mother. Uncles and cousins. It made him feel so much closer to them than he had even when they were still alive.

The only problem with it had been that it was unsustainable for long periods of time. The merge couldn’t last long enough for Zeff to indulge in those memories nearly as much as he would have liked. It was much improved now, of course, but even all these years later, he could still occasionally discover something new about his ancestors from Axiolis’ memories.

And one ancestor had become of particular interest to him, as of late. He’d been spending a fair bit of down time in pan-forma with Axiolis, trying to go through all that the reaper could remember of the man.

Agam Elroy.

Zeff had gotten a feeling, almost inexplicable in nature, that there was something to be discovered there, something that perhaps even Axiolis himself did not yet realize or fully recall.

Maybe it was because Sanko, the Gargoyle of Korgum, had mentioned his name just prior to their fight with her at Rheinhal. Maybe it was because Axiolis’ memories regarding the man were so peculiar when compared to most of his other ancestors. Maybe it was something else entirely.

But here and now, in this Vanguardian marshal’s presence, in this likely Kingsparrow’s presence, Zeff’s mind was returning to Agam for some reason.

Agam had been an uncle of Zeff’s grandfather. Zeff had never met him, but Axiolis certainly had. The reaper had seen his entire life, from the moment of his birth, to the time when he was found dead in his great mansion that sat upon the waves of Lake Carria.

Even from a young age, Agam had shown signs of possessing an exceptionally eccentric mind--to the point that ‘eccentric’ perhaps no longer adequately described him, even.

His beleaguered parents once returned from a trip to find that all of the family’s staff had quit and left the boy alone, because young Agam had filled their ancestral home with so many wild animals that a window could not be opened without one escaping.