Ayrie wanted so badly to reach out and comfort him, but she knew that she shouldn't, not until he heard the full truth from her. She knew she had to be the one to tell him, that if he found out or realized it any other way he would surely hate her more. She was crying for him, though she had thought she had no tears left.

"Asran, I'm sorry, but there's more. You said once that I am not Astoria, and I don't believe that I am the same as her. I have a different personality, different appearance, and a more trusting heart... I would never hurt you, I would never have believed the story Astoria was told, or acted on it, without asking you about it first. I have trust in you that you would never do something like that. But... I do have her memories...." She looked down at her hands. She hated having to tell him, hated the knowledge that he would probably leave and the burgeoning friendship between them would come to an end. "I was born with Astoria's soul."