You're younger now, with a group of guys and a sense of familiarity and fondness runs through you. This is your place to belong. Their motorcycles are all there, by the side of the road. A blonde haired boy calls out to you and the rest of the guys, "Hey, check me out! This suit makes me look badass, right?"
You think he looks like a kid dressed up for his first piano recital, it's godawful. But you and the rest of the group nod, like you don't want to hurt his feelings.
The boy doesn't notice, he comes and stands right in front of you, hands proudly on his hips.
"All right, come and get a good shot o' me in this!"
"Whaddya need a picture of you in a suit like that for?" Seriously, there have to be better outfits than this awful ensemble.
"Well... y'know!" He's not giving you a straight answer, but he's insisting upon a picture. You can't bring yourself to deny him, and so you borrowed your father's old camera.
This thing is so old and you don't know how to use it. You hit the shutter and hope for the best.
"There. I took one. Happy?" He asked for a picture, you took one. It's over now, isn't it?
"C'mon, man! Don't just half-ass it!" He's whining and you're so fond of him that you don't really want to argue.
"I can't help it. I don't even know how to use the damn thing."]
that's definitely... she's seen the occasional modern place in the memories she's had shared with her, but the motorcycles are something new. the suit, she's at least familiar enough with people's fashions from here to recognize...]
or, a series of memories could do it for her! although at many points in time she was too young to remember it consciously, she was still there; now, all the details play out with perfect clarity.
these are things she's lived through, but when they come out of the memories, it's clear that having been exposed to them already hasn't made the fear any less. if anything, it's only made it worse.]
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[she looks down at her hands]
Though, Vlad was a more recent development than the other two.
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[they were cooking together at the start of the week.]
And... it sounds like with Luca, too?
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[In a place like this, you really need to make the most of all your moments.]
... I spent a lot of time with Luca.
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[god, this sucks]
Losing someone is never easy.
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... It's a reminder to make use of the time you have, while you have it.
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Yes... that's true.
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[He pats her shoulder.
Which triggers a memory.
You're younger now, with a group of guys and a sense of familiarity and fondness runs through you. This is your place to belong. Their motorcycles are all there, by the side of the road. A blonde haired boy calls out to you and the rest of the guys, "Hey, check me out! This suit makes me look badass, right?"
You think he looks like a kid dressed up for his first piano recital, it's godawful. But you and the rest of the group nod, like you don't want to hurt his feelings.
The boy doesn't notice, he comes and stands right in front of you, hands proudly on his hips.
"All right, come and get a good shot o' me in this!"
"Whaddya need a picture of you in a suit like that for?" Seriously, there have to be better outfits than this awful ensemble.
"Well... y'know!" He's not giving you a straight answer, but he's insisting upon a picture. You can't bring yourself to deny him, and so you borrowed your father's old camera.
This thing is so old and you don't know how to use it. You hit the shutter and hope for the best.
"There. I took one. Happy?" He asked for a picture, you took one. It's over now, isn't it?
"C'mon, man! Don't just half-ass it!" He's whining and you're so fond of him that you don't really want to argue.
"I can't help it. I don't even know how to use the damn thing."]
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that's definitely... she's seen the occasional modern place in the memories she's had shared with her, but the motorcycles are something new. the suit, she's at least familiar enough with people's fashions from here to recognize...]
Ah... a friend of yours?
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Mm. He is.
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...you seemed close.
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I'm sure he's looking forward to when you come back.
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I just have to make it to the end of all of this.
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You too, alright? Do your best.
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...my goal is to get as many of us out of here as possible, so that's definitely not something I'm going to give up on.
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[well, she could just explain it.
or, a series of memories could do it for her! although at many points in time she was too young to remember it consciously, she was still there; now, all the details play out with perfect clarity.
these are things she's lived through, but when they come out of the memories, it's clear that having been exposed to them already hasn't made the fear any less. if anything, it's only made it worse.]
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Is it still following you?
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[she nods slowly]
But it can't find me here. And when I leave this place, I'll be leaving with the power to deal with it once and for all.
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May we both leave with what we came here for.
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