「There is a strained pause from his part, how could he forget? Well, no, he didn't it... simply was something he tried not to think about. It had been part of a dream, maybe that's why it felt so distant. What can he say, sorry? It wasn't his fault. They had already stablished that, and even so, he wishes there was something he could do.」
Did you ever get to see them again?
「He guesses the answer might be, no. But maybe she did, being who she is.」
「He wishes he could be like her a little more, but forgetting, getting over it is something he cannot do. Does she miss them? Does she remember them? He also wishes to ask, but it'd be useless talk, wouldn't it?」
「It matters to him, because understanding someone's past can help him understand them better, it helped him with himself and it helped him understand certain stupid CEO, of course, he will not exactly prod too much if she doesn't want him to, he doesn't want to bring up painful memories, that's not what he's here to do.
Which is why he doesn't seem to understand what she says, did he hear that right? Wasn't this about her and not him?」
Why don't you let me be the judge of that? I don't think anything you've done would make me change how I see you anyway, I know who you are... or, what you represent. It must have not been easy. And for that, I respect you.
You... have also seen me at my lowest. In here, at least. Has any of that changed the way you see me?
This is different. It was not always the only thing that I represented. While it may have taken a couple thousand years to find myself again, by then it seemed too late to make a difference. I take no pride in that.
「Idly, he remembers that dream she shared with him, he remembers those marks on her arms, how she said she hadn't always been okay. It is hard not to connect it to his ex-roommate, and he can't help but wonder, how terrible had it been after all those years for both of them.
Lucky bastard had chosen to forget those thousand of years inside the puzzle, before he could lock the Dark together with his memories, surely if he chose to dwell on them, he'd understand a little better but, of course, he won't. They came back, when he remembered everything, but he kept pushing them to the depths of his mind where not even he dared to approach.
So, this is fine, he's not gonna prod, because there is no way in hell he's gonna be talking about his own stuff either.」
[Though her sins have been committed both in death as they have been in life, it'a a subject she hopes never to dwell upon again. How many souls she had damned for the primordial entity that transformed her purpose?
[No, she's more than that now -- and less, especially here, still anchored by the laws of her limitations.]
You have my thanks.
[She pauses a moment. Then, melancholic:] It was nice to feel again, if even for a spell.
[If it's one thing she can appreciate about the experience, it's the chance of being alive again for a few days.]
「Even if he probably made it extra hard at some moment. He's sorry about that.」
You truly don't feel, like... something?
「He had yet to reach that level of spirituality, to call it in some way. He was close but he was still bound to the living, he was alive after all, despite of how things had developed for him. He doesn't know if it's gonna be the same for him or not. He silently hopes it's not.」
I do not. I have... memories, and can feel the presence of another person. But the warmth of an embrace or the savor of food and drink are long gone.
In truth, the gods claim to be capable of making me more alive. I have a raincheck with Tranquility for a temporary holiday. I do not think it wise to remain that way for long, however.
[Because of reasons that ended up killing her in the first place.]
[Right. Even though it does have its downsides. Ravine was never a touchy-feely person, but Yehudit at one point would have appreciated the occasional hug and comfort. There's no use in crying about it now, having been dead for much longer a time than she was ever alive.]
That I do not. I doubt that I could get away in my current getup without a little more suffering, if that were the case.
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whip_poor_will) wrote2015-02-21 10:52 pm
voice.
I am not certain that I would. I was very young when the siege upon my city changed everything, separated me from my family.
Still, those first few years were not terrible.
voice.
Did you ever get to see them again?
「He guesses the answer might be, no. But maybe she did, being who she is.」
voice.
[After a few millennia, she's learned to accept that fact.]
voice.
I suppose I should stick to Ravine, right?
voice.
[Wow, Ravine. Try not to sound too indifferent about it, why don't you.]
voice.
She's still you.
「Isn't she?」
voice.
[Which may or may not have a lot to do with how weird the Ravine she is now can be. Perhaps a little residue of that madness remains.]
voice.
What happened?
「All he remember is that it had been a bad day.」
voice.
voice.
Which is why he doesn't seem to understand what she says, did he hear that right? Wasn't this about her and not him?」
What do you mean?
voice.
[She knows how fondly he thinks of her. And the variables leading to the truth of what she had also done as a reaper are too many.]
voice.
You... have also seen me at my lowest. In here, at least. Has any of that changed the way you see me?
「
How ironic, this question is, now.」voice.
voice.
「Idly, he remembers that dream she shared with him, he remembers those marks on her arms, how she said she hadn't always been okay. It is hard not to connect it to his ex-roommate, and he can't help but wonder, how terrible had it been after all those years for both of them.
Lucky bastard had chosen to forget those thousand of years inside the puzzle, before he could lock the Dark together with his memories, surely if he chose to dwell on them, he'd understand a little better but, of course, he won't. They came back, when he remembered everything, but he kept pushing them to the depths of his mind where not even he dared to approach.
So, this is fine, he's not gonna prod, because there is no way in hell he's gonna be talking about his own stuff either.」
Just know that I wouldn't judge you.
voice.
[No, she's more than that now -- and less, especially here, still anchored by the laws of her limitations.]
You have my thanks.
[She pauses a moment. Then, melancholic:] It was nice to feel again, if even for a spell.
[If it's one thing she can appreciate about the experience, it's the chance of being alive again for a few days.]
voice.
「Even if he probably made it extra hard at some moment. He's sorry about that.」
You truly don't feel, like... something?
「He had yet to reach that level of spirituality, to call it in some way. He was close but he was still bound to the living, he was alive after all, despite of how things had developed for him. He doesn't know if it's gonna be the same for him or not. He silently hopes it's not.」
voice.
I do not. I have... memories, and can feel the presence of another person. But the warmth of an embrace or the savor of food and drink are long gone.
In truth, the gods claim to be capable of making me more alive. I have a raincheck with Tranquility for a temporary holiday. I do not think it wise to remain that way for long, however.
[Because of reasons that ended up killing her in the first place.]
voice.
Right?
He can at least relate to that, a little.」
Hey, at least you don't suffer from the heat.
「With that choice of clothing, it's funny to imagine her with a real body.」
voice.
That I do not. I doubt that I could get away in my current getup without a little more suffering, if that were the case.
[Being covered from neck to toe, that is.]
voice.
「Just like he did for a few days. What, it was comfy.」
voice.
[Because she's a ghooost.]
voice.
You'd look great. Just try not to give anyone an heart attack.
voice.
Well, if it is someone's time, it is their time. [That may or may not be a joke. Probably both.
It's definitely both.]voice.
Don't give extra work to Hope.
voice.
[She means this in the most endearing of ways.]
voice.