[ she does look guilty with that. in a way, she does feel partially bad, maybe more than partially. if she hadn't come here, maybe he wouldn't have to deal with something like this. (except no we douse our characters with all the mems)
but, she knows by now, they can't really sit here. it'll release once they give something to it. a color.
she's hesitant, looking a bit apologetic but.. she'll touch it. the bubble ripples with a blue color.
and thus, a memory begins.
You wanted to find a gift for him.
Something to help comfort him. You find an Elpis flower, an entelechy.. just like you. Capable of knowing the emotions and feelings of others.
"I want to show you something first."
You guide Hermes there with company, finding a sense of relief that he sees that he is not alone. It eases that piercing sadness, that clouding sorrow that often plagues your creator, that often washes over and almost drowns you.
[ this is probably the first time he's fully processing that meteion is from the same world as emet? listen, he's not that close to either of them...
anyway, that's... interesting. it all feels so abstract, but he feels like he understands hermes' point. it goes against what he'd heard from emet about how that world works, and he hadn't really considered the way one person's perspective on their home world might be different from another person's.
it's hard to tackle any of that. easy to empathize with the people in control - easier to empathize with a critic who hates the way things are.
but he just focuses on what was right in front of him, the final few seconds of the memory. ]
[ you know, that's fair. it's not as if they talk about it a lot in public. if asked.. they would mention but. it's not something they just think to mention.
for a moment, she just stares at the bubble, the ripples of color she'd shared.
and, softly. ] It was... my sisters.
[ and that's all she really says about that. but, yeah, sisters!! ]
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[ she does look guilty with that. in a way, she does feel partially bad, maybe more than partially. if she hadn't come here, maybe he wouldn't have to deal with something like this. (except no we douse our characters with all the mems)
but, she knows by now, they can't really sit here. it'll release once they give something to it. a color.
she's hesitant, looking a bit apologetic but.. she'll touch it. the bubble ripples with a blue color.
and thus, a memory begins.
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anyway, that's... interesting. it all feels so abstract, but he feels like he understands hermes' point. it goes against what he'd heard from emet about how that world works, and he hadn't really considered the way one person's perspective on their home world might be different from another person's.
it's hard to tackle any of that. easy to empathize with the people in control - easier to empathize with a critic who hates the way things are.
but he just focuses on what was right in front of him, the final few seconds of the memory. ]
... You looked distracted by something.
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for a moment, she just stares at the bubble, the ripples of color she'd shared.
and, softly. ] It was... my sisters.
[ and that's all she really says about that. but, yeah, sisters!! ]
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[ hmm neat? ]
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Yes. Hermes sent them to see what their answer to his question would be.
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We have.. a shared consciousness, that lets us connect with another even from far distances.
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But cool. Saves on travel time, I guess.
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[ he also doesn't seem that bothered... it's not his mind. ]
But I dunno. Maybe it's less - lonely.
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Mmm.. I think, I understand. [ curious, delaying the inevitable as the bubble holds them like babies ] Do you.. have any sisters, Damien?
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Nnnah. Only child.
Probably.
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[ pikagasp ]
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