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...
[poor rupert being the one with the most brainwashing that cyoa is still very funny]
I don't... have any idea. But I know that kid. Sora, I think. [she says, after a moment.] Like, it feels like... like it did actually happen to me? Not like I was just watching it.
[whatever he starts to say, it's interrupted as stardust settles around them and they'll both experience a memory of trying to convince a sassy lost child to clean himself up in the stupidest way possible.]
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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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[but he was unfortunately too brainwashed to register it at the time. it's fine.]
I wonder what that means, though...
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I don't... have any idea. But I know that kid. Sora, I think. [she says, after a moment.] Like, it feels like... like it did actually happen to me? Not like I was just watching it.
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Huh. Like... He seemed familiar just in the memory, or he still seems familiar now?
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Maybe. [she just makes the :nyeh: face]
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[whatever he starts to say, it's interrupted as stardust settles around them and they'll both experience a memory of trying to convince a sassy lost child to clean himself up in the stupidest way possible.]
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Why were you singing.
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