For sure. For sure, I don't blame you - it's scary.
[...] I'll help you best I can, okay? I know the spell, so... I can give you the basics, and if we can go wherever, at the end? I'll help you fight whatever that is. Hunger or not.
[it's - overwhelming, even if it isn't his. the recollection of years upon years of solitude, of desperation, of trying to be heard or seen—
it takes him a few long moments to recover, breathing out slowly, and there's nothing but a mix of horror and sympathy in his expression as he looks towards her. it comes forth into his voice, too.]
Ah, yeah. [she sighs.] It shouldn't have. I made a dumb move! I should've told them where I was going, but... well, you know. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and all that.
[a pause, and she looks back at him, brushing his hair out of his face to kiss his forehead.]
No, that's - that's not what I meant. This wasn't your fault. Sometimes... Things happen, and they're horrible and they shouldn't, but - that doesn't mean it's on you.
[that's sincere and concerned at the same time, though he does give her a small, grateful smile at the forehead kiss.]
but like, as she's leading him through the spa - she makes some joke, ruffling his hair, and the stardust explodes over them again. i'm sorry you have to read this whole thing it's important]
[ah... hm. there are a few things to focus on here, a few things he notices - but the most pressing one is this.]
Wait... When he talked about being angry and mentioned people not seeing how they're important and volunteering to die, why it did seem like he was talking about you? Weren't you kind of one of the people in charge? And - Clementine wasn't from the space station...
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[...] I'll help you best I can, okay? I know the spell, so... I can give you the basics, and if we can go wherever, at the end? I'll help you fight whatever that is. Hunger or not.
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[he shakes his head, taking a breath as he runs a hand over his face.]
You can't come. What if it's not the same, what if it takes you too?
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I don't want to risk that.
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i'm sorry it's so long but you get the entire thing from 1:36 to the end! don't ask me how this memory works, it's a montage.]
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it takes him a few long moments to recover, breathing out slowly, and there's nothing but a mix of horror and sympathy in his expression as he looks towards her. it comes forth into his voice, too.]
Lup...
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I'm very hard to kill.
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I can see that, but - I'm so sorry.
[that she had to go through something like that.]
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I'm out now, if it helps. [she says, softer.] But - thanks. It wasn't, uh, what I'd call a fun experience.
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[he might not know what to say to remedy those lonely, helpless feelings she went through - but he can at least let her know he cares.]
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[a pause, and she looks back at him, brushing his hair out of his face to kiss his forehead.]
I'm okay. And you're a sweetheart.
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[that's sincere and concerned at the same time, though he does give her a small, grateful smile at the forehead kiss.]
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I know. People are really uh, kicking my butt with that one, so if I didn't believe it, I'd be kind of a brat.
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Yes, well, consider your butt even more kicked now.
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Where to, milady?
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Man, I don't know. Someone was going on about uh, a weed room? So admittedly, I am curious, but also, like, the spa seems fun.
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Weed...
[his enemy
anyways!]
Maybe we could start with the spa?
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Oh, that's right. Aikawa mentioned the weed debacle. Spa works for me, come on.
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[off they goooo]
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but like, as she's leading him through the spa - she makes some joke, ruffling his hair, and the stardust explodes over them again. i'm sorry you have to read this whole thing it's important]
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Wait... When he talked about being angry and mentioned people not seeing how they're important and volunteering to die, why it did seem like he was talking about you? Weren't you kind of one of the people in charge? And - Clementine wasn't from the space station...
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long pause]
What the fuck. [she's ignoring the first part but] I was... in charge, but uh, this doesn't look like anywhere from the station? It. That wasn't my...
Wait. No, it was my memory. [she sounds SO confused.]
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...I don't get it.
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I think - that was the other one. The other me. The one that Cloud and Clementine know.
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