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[historicals]

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[historicals]

More or less the same.

[ like how do you. handle. that. my god. ]

...You gave us a bit of a fright, today - though these events are awful no matter the end result... I felt the slightest sigh of relief when the story of your injury came through properly.

[ weh. ]

[trifocal]

Hm? Oh... [ she did not realize she and fidelio were being watched. but she gets it. ]

... I am sorry. I... did not wish to speak of the unfortunate details, with him most of all...

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[ birds eye view...

there's a soft little laugh, and he shakes his head. ]

I know - I know, I wouldn't either. I understand. There's hardly a need to apologize. [ yikes! cyoas! ] But... while I hope there would not be a next time - if you've an injury that you're worried might be sensitive, I'd be happy to help you. Please don't think it a burden, or anything like it at all.

[trifocal]

It really was only a scratch...

... But I understand. I... do know that I could confide in you, if needed.

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I know that you do.

[ he reaches out to give her a very gentle squeeze on the shoulder. ]

I promise, I don't mean to scold you or anything of the like. Rather... I'm thankful that you're alright - and I am thankful that you all have such a strong bond that you would be worried for the sake of your friends over all.

[trifocal]

[ i hope it's the right shoulder ]

I am the one who should be thankful. For Fidelio, and for you.

[ ...... ]

I have not yet done the rule for this week. Would you allow me to tell you... of what I did not wish to tell anyone else? Perhaps that may suffice as a "confession."

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[ STOP OF COURSE IT IS!!!!

there's a beat. ]

...By all means, Miss Eupha. Your secrets are safe with me.

[trifocal]

... I had many strange experiences in that place we ventured to. Some were truly bizarre, and some may even be called wonderful. I chose only to share those moments with the others. In truth, I did not wish to think much of what happened in between...

In trying to reach Hell, we made an error in our trajectory, and instead found ourselves in an even worse place. A strange and sad village, where the people had all become mad and twisted. They attacked without warning, and their faces... were distorted in ways that were painful to even look upon.

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[ LET EUPHA CONFESS HAPPY THINGS!!!! OUR EUPHA

the more story she tells, the more taair's expression breaks into something soft and concerned, to aching in empathy and realization, and heartbreak. ]

... And that is where you saw Fidelio. [ the hand remains there as she talks, a quiet bastion of support. ] Oh, Miss Eupha...

[trifocal]

[ there's a bit of a distant smile. ]

... It was Basilio I found first. But he was not affected. He helped me flee to safety, and fought against the monsters that pursued us. I had none of my true memories, and he was a stranger to me, but even in that world, we quickly became friends.

[ the smile fades. ]

Then we saw Fidelio.

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[ hey this is terrible

he closes his eyes, briefly, bracing himself against that mental image. awful. ]

...was he already... [ affected? ]

[trifocal]

[ a nod. ]

It was difficult to see at first, and he even spoke, but... the words were nonsense, as if he was just repeating some things he had said in the distant past...

And when I saw his face, it was... terribly distorted. It hurt to look.

He attacked suddenly, and we worked together to bring him down. I thought that he would have died when his neck broke, but he kept moving...

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[ the hand on her shoulder shifts gently to rub her back as she talks, scooting a little closer for the emotional support. ]

...How awful. [ he can almost picture it - and that's even worse, and he shakes his head briefly, trying to clear it, brows knit, mouth pulled into a soft frown. ] What a cruel thing to have to experience - and to do so without your memories, only to remember upon return...

[trifocal]

[ she closes her eyes, leaning in a little closer. she is steady as always, but... it is nice. for someone to reach out and comfort her so. ]

... I spoke to Basilio about some of my experience, but... not of this part. Only of the parts where we became friends, where he fought bravely, the parts that were amusing or inspiring...

I wished to remember only those parts.

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[ baby. when she comes a little closer, he shifts too, and pulls her in for a gentle side hug, a bastion; memory is such a familiar concept, and horror is, too. he thinks for a moment of his own trip all those weeks ago. ]

... I don't think anyone could blame you for that. [ softly: ] Yet... the trouble with our memory is that the longer we do not confront those things, the longer we hold onto them, the more that they fester. The more they find our way to us and haunt us.

But if we release them somehow, someway - in prayer, in writing, in confession to a friend, then... we can begin to let them heal, instead of let them rot. And then, perhaps those kind and warm parts will have room to root in our memories, and grow.

[ there's a gentle squeeze, and he tilts his head down to look at her properly, smiling soft. ]

Thank you for trusting me with your story, Miss Eupha.

[trifocal]

[ it's a peculiar feeling, to be the one being held and comforted and offered such words. it was always eupha's duty to give comfort to others. she's unsure about it, as if wondering if there is something else she ought to be doing instead...

but there is a warm feeling here, and for the moment, she tries to focus just on that. ]

... I am grateful, too, that you are here to listen.