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[ACTION; PRIVATE]
*Up to this point, he'd been looking forward to the memories; all the little memories of Tomoe, their marriage, their meeting, and so on. It had been spurring him on, knowing someone was waiting for him. Someone who loved him, who was waiting for him to come home.
The end of that illusion came, ironically, in a dream not long after the last batch of anemoi he got.
It was too vivid to be anything other than a memory. Images of her collapsing, then her in a hospital bed. And then... a phone call after a heroic rescue, a hurried rush home, and opening the doors to the sight of HER, tastefully laid out in the traditional style, a sheet covering her prone body.
He woke up, still confused; it was a dream, right? But then he reaches his cheeks, and feels the tears, and remembers. Six years ago, now.
Tomoe was dead.*
[ACTION; PUBLIC]
*Not that he shows it too much in public. He tries his best to be his usual cheerful self around others; only when he's by himself does he let the melancholy in. He doesn't need anybody worrying about him, after all.
But maybe you catch him in one of his down moments. Briefly. Do you approach?*
[VIDEO]
You know, I was thinking. A guy like me, hoarding all these memories for himself when other folks might want some! Seems kinda selfish, doesn't it? How about I just give some of you guys the ones I find instead? Just for a little while! Come on, what do you say?
((OOC: 3% on Tomoe's illness and death.)
*Up to this point, he'd been looking forward to the memories; all the little memories of Tomoe, their marriage, their meeting, and so on. It had been spurring him on, knowing someone was waiting for him. Someone who loved him, who was waiting for him to come home.
The end of that illusion came, ironically, in a dream not long after the last batch of anemoi he got.
It was too vivid to be anything other than a memory. Images of her collapsing, then her in a hospital bed. And then... a phone call after a heroic rescue, a hurried rush home, and opening the doors to the sight of HER, tastefully laid out in the traditional style, a sheet covering her prone body.
He woke up, still confused; it was a dream, right? But then he reaches his cheeks, and feels the tears, and remembers. Six years ago, now.
Tomoe was dead.*
[ACTION; PUBLIC]
*Not that he shows it too much in public. He tries his best to be his usual cheerful self around others; only when he's by himself does he let the melancholy in. He doesn't need anybody worrying about him, after all.
But maybe you catch him in one of his down moments. Briefly. Do you approach?*
[VIDEO]
You know, I was thinking. A guy like me, hoarding all these memories for himself when other folks might want some! Seems kinda selfish, doesn't it? How about I just give some of you guys the ones I find instead? Just for a little while! Come on, what do you say?
((OOC: 3% on Tomoe's illness and death.)
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If we knew how, that would be a step toward figuring out how we might return. [He stares at Kotetsu for a moment.] What is the problem? Children have been taken from their homes, and adults have been taken from their jobs and families. You don't find that problematic? Personally, I would like to help people return to their homes, if it's at all possible.
Not to mention the fact that remembering one's past at random, out of order, could easily cause psychological trauma, yet there have been no steps taken to deal with that problem.
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I guess that's a good point. Well, that's gonna be part of the job too, I think, helping others get home. It'd be kind of a dick move not to help as much as we can with that sort of thing when we're heroes. Hell, maybe I'll stick around here, helping all the folks that get stuck.
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[He pauses.]
You have responsibilities at home, things to return to. Some of them I myself remember. [However, he's become even less forthcoming than he was before about the things he remembers.] You don't belong here.
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