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[Voice/Action] Visiting Memorial Garden
[The feed starts with a quite audible, distinctive and very exasperated sigh.]
Could we just...pretend this last experiment never happened?
[He just wants to forget about it, but something is preventing him from doing so. He still has the flowers that Vincent Valentine gave him sitting on his desk, and he can't stop staring at them. He has to get rid of them...but he can't just throw them away. That just doesn't feel right for some reason. But he needs to do something before they turn into a bunch of dead things. Hmm...putting them in a garden sounds nice. The first garden that comes to mind is Memorial Garden. The perfect place.]
[So he takes the flowers and heads over to the Memorial Garden. Once he reaches it, he'll just toss each flower into it at random places, one flower at a time.]
Could we just...pretend this last experiment never happened?
[He just wants to forget about it, but something is preventing him from doing so. He still has the flowers that Vincent Valentine gave him sitting on his desk, and he can't stop staring at them. He has to get rid of them...but he can't just throw them away. That just doesn't feel right for some reason. But he needs to do something before they turn into a bunch of dead things. Hmm...putting them in a garden sounds nice. The first garden that comes to mind is Memorial Garden. The perfect place.]
[So he takes the flowers and heads over to the Memorial Garden. Once he reaches it, he'll just toss each flower into it at random places, one flower at a time.]
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I think I understand some of it. Perhaps they were... trying to make the most of their time here, even knowing that they might some day lose it.
[And a child brought into it, that too is a difficult thought. That recent experiment with binding people to worlds might have helped, but... it almost sounds to be too late.]
But that's unfortunate, that the promise was forgotten. This place has a way of affecting people after an extended time.
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I suppose that makes sense...but still...I'd rather not know what it would have been like. I don't want to get too attached to anyone here, because I hate losing people that I care about. I can't even stand the thought of it.
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[He's lost so much, but he also has a whole future ahead of him of loss.]
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Still...I'd like to hold on to all I can...and to regain the future that was stolen from me.
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The future is never set in stone entirely. It may still change to something you would have it become.
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[He has often contemplated the thought of being here for years, maybe even centuries, watching people come and go and die... if they do even die of old age here. Who knows? But time will never change him, and so... if he never gets home... that would be his fate.]
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[And he was trying to be optimistic here...]
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[He's not sure whether he should or not...]
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[He does mean this literally.]