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< | "Huh?"<br><br>Her gaze, still on the Arcaea above, is suddenly broken.<br><br>...Where did that come from?<br><br>Appearing on the shore of her thoughts suddenly, like a fair and gentle-seeming stranger, was that little fact,<br>in the form of a miniature memory.<br><br>She wasn't sure at first that it was even there, but as she thinks it over again and again... she's sure of it.<br><br>She recalls this. This... it happened. | ||
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Sitting under a pair of quiet old trees, the Soul Stream having gone down, and night having risen, she was<br>speaking with her confrère...<br><br>"You learn to think of it in this sort of paradox," he'd said. "You think of all life as precious, but at the same<br>time the drudgery leaves it all as just numbers. Higher numbers, lower numbers. It isn't like you stop caring;<br>it's more as if, if anything, caring so much sharpens you into someone who seems cold."<br><br>"But it's alright," he assured her, smiling weakly at the Stream. "Thinking too much about it will probably tear<br>you up inside. When you went to the Glen, what was the reason you gave for wanting to walk this path?"<br><br>She answered.<br><br>"See? That's what we all say," he replied, and she recalls how calming his voice had been then. "Just<br>remember that, and you'll be fine." | |||
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But there it ends. That's it. Her gaze comes back to the sharp air above her. Just remember it? Just<br>remember it. Remember it. It... Remember what?<br><br>"I... don't remember," she whispers softly, but each word, each syllable falls heavily off her tongue.<br><br>He had been absolutely right. Now she can feel it, building in her eyes: the dull, warm grief that comes with<br>sad revelation. A new piece of her memory has shown itself to her, but it is crucially broken, and without<br>answers to the questions it has forced into her mind, her heart is killed. The agony is nearly unbearable.<br><br>How do you put the pain of knowing you are not entirely yourself into proper words? | |||
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Under the cloud of glass, she shuts her eyes, bends her head, and puts the heel of her palm over her nose, the<br>underside of her fist against her skull. She won't cry. She can't let herself do something like that. To cry here,<br>at this, would open her to too many facets of reality she has chosen not to face. She sits on the ground,<br>sucking in her lips, tightening them.<br><br>She will not cry. Absolutely not. Okay?<br><br>So, gripping at herself and trembling in the world of white, the solitary reaper steadily breathes. She tries<br>not to dwell. She doesn't want to dwell. But, while calming herself, the thought can't help but occur to her:<br>that, if this is death...<br><br>...she would much rather have oblivion. | |||
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