[there's a long moment after experiencing this memory that he's silent. the pain, the grief - they seem so personal that he isn't sure what to say, isn't sure what a person like joonghyuk would want to hear in this situation. still, it feels worse not to say anything, so after a few tense moments pass:]
...I'm so sorry. For your loss.
[he hasn't spoken much to dokja, but - it's a terrible thing for anyone at all to go through.]
[ Joonghyuk... Knows it's awkward. What do you even say to others when you unintentionally see memories they wish to keep close? It's already difficult to reach out, to understand, and to know someone.
There's... a sigh. ]
... This is the worst weekly effect. [ ... ] I went to search for him. After.
Yeah, I would definitely assume something like that was a trap. I—
[he starts to comment further, before the dust comes back to settle over them. he tries to move back, but he isn't quick enough, and something begins.
this memory begins in a forest; it's dark, even though you're in a clearing, so it's probably sometime either late at night or very, very early in the morning. there's a boy standing before you - well, not quite standing. the two of you are fighting, after all, and not a spar or a practice battle. you knows that the stakes for this fight are life or death - only one of you can leave this forest. but as the battle (11:48 to 14:11) with two very enthusiastic observers continues, it becomes clear just how much neither of you want to be involved in this conflict. you can barely even hear the two giving their commentary in the background, and you don't spare them a passing glance - even after your sword is knocked out of your hands and you drop to your knees, you're entirely focused on the person in front of you, and the way the feelings you've been holding back for days come pouring out.]
[ HELP I DIDN'T KNOW I CHOSE THE GAY MEMORY SHARE. It is so touching, though Joonghyuk continues to have a stone-cold expression. It feels familiar in a sense, though his battles with another weren't heartfelt and wholesome on top of the caveat of life or death. ]
[he puts a hand over his heart almost instinctually as that memory, that warmth, fades away. it's almost like he doesn't realize yjh is there for a moment until he speaks. after a moment:]
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...I'm so sorry. For your loss.
[he hasn't spoken much to dokja, but - it's a terrible thing for anyone at all to go through.]
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There's... a sigh. ]
... This is the worst weekly effect. [ ... ] I went to search for him. After.
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Did you find him?
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[ As if trying to lessen the heaviness in the air: ]
I caught him roleplaying him.
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I'm sorry, I think misheard you. What?
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He was pretending to be me. In the Demon Realm.
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Okay, but... Why...?
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[ ... ]
You wouldn't fall for something like that.
[ More like. Questioning. ]
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[he starts to comment further, before the dust comes back to settle over them. he tries to move back, but he isn't quick enough, and something begins.
this memory begins in a forest; it's dark, even though you're in a clearing, so it's probably sometime either late at night or very, very early in the morning. there's a boy standing before you - well, not quite standing. the two of you are fighting, after all, and not a spar or a practice battle. you knows that the stakes for this fight are life or death - only one of you can leave this forest. but as the battle (11:48 to 14:11) with two very enthusiastic observers continues, it becomes clear just how much neither of you want to be involved in this conflict. you can barely even hear the two giving their commentary in the background, and you don't spare them a passing glance - even after your sword is knocked out of your hands and you drop to your knees, you're entirely focused on the person in front of you, and the way the feelings you've been holding back for days come pouring out.]
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Your lover?
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Yes. My fiance.
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... Is he also your hostage?
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...I'm going to get him back.
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[ Joonghyuk thinks about his own hostage, feeling similar. ]
Both of your fathers were annoying in the memory.
[ Just so Rupert knows. ]
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[there's a small delay before he says it, but it's sincere regardless.]
Ha... Annoying isn't really the first word that would come to mind, but it does definitely fit!
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How would you describe your father?
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Honestly, toss up between evil and dangerous.
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Those are two extremes.
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[bye dad]
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[ As a whole. ]
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He would disappear for two years not too long after.
[ There's a pattern. ]