imeeji_frontstage | it's a mingle!

I feel like, when you're only just now remembering the things that've happened to you over your very, very long life, you've got just as much right as anybody else to break a little.

[ And he's got this immediate comparison in his brain about some bones coming back stronger after they've been broken that he's gonna keep to himself for any number of reasons, not least of which because it's not relevant. It's not important. There're other things to be besides strong, and it's cold-as-hell comfort to someone who's still in pain. ]

—In fact, I'd say you've got more right, since you've got more shitty memories than people who haven't lived as long.

Maybe. [ He has a fair enough point, she supposes, but spoken by almost anyone else she'd argue with it regardless. She well knows that Lupine is one of the few who doesn't patronize her about this, which she appreciates, and that also makes her more apt to not brush him off. ] I feel that a lot, sudden feelings where a memory should be, and you'd think some of them would be good feelings, but they never are.

I don't want to be chained to my past any more than I have to. That's all. [ She needs to buy memories to figure out how to manage her situation, but other than that she has no desire to know a thing. ]

...Fair.

[ He goes quiet and thoughtful. ]

Want me to keep saying it then? See if it gets better when you're more used to hearing the word?

[ Beat. Crooked smile. ]

Because there're a lot of them in the memories I've gotten back so far, so it should be easy.

[ She laughs and swipes at his legs with her sheathed sword, knowing perfectly well that he'll dodge or jump or something. ]

That's what I get for pouring my heart out to a perfect pain in the ass like you. [ This is the fondest criticism ever levied on another person. ]

[ He does, in fact, do a needless little backflip out of the way. ]

At least I'm perfect?

[ But no, really, he's glad to have gotten that laugh. ]

—I'm not gonna tell you to just... feel differently about your memories. [ Softer. ] That one you shared with me? One of the worst I've seen here.

[ There are so many different kinds of horrible that it's difficult to rank them more precisely, and pointless to try — what would the winner get? A year's supply of ice cream? ]

So who am I to dictate how you handle it? If you need to shut down... if you need to push through... if you need time alone, or a big party with footie pajamas and hair-braiding and bad movies and gossip.

[ Small smile. ]

Well, I'll do what I can to help facilitate.

[ Somehow, hearing someone say that her memory is exactly as bad as she knows it is helps, a little. Too often people around here are too focused on moving past things and don't want to abide any time to actually endure them. ]

I hate being alone, and I don't think a bunch of girly junk is going to do a thing but make me roll my eyes. But the other two, that sounds good. [ She starts walking again, because hitting things, yes definitely. ]

Sorry, I interrupted you. [ If there was anything else he needed to say? She can handle it, now she's even steeled for the k-word if it comes up. ]

[ Lips quirking. ]

Hey, hey. Only one of us has enough hair to braid.

[ Following again, though, because hitting things sounds good to him, too. ]

...I think I was done, really. You might've missed the speculation on whether there was one specific brigade I was trying to avoid sleeping with, but that's it.

I know exactly who has enough hair to braid. [ Might be messing with him, mmhmm. ] I could have had a braid down to my ankles if I wanted to keep it, but punching out mirrors was getting tiresome. [ She still needs to buy a new one for her bedroom, but she's a tiny bit nervous about trying that again. ]

Right. Maybe there's one brigade in particular that has your head measured for a platter. [ Since he's a dirty criminal and all :P ]

[ ...Doesn't like that. Didn't she say before that her hair being that long was just a pain? ]

Heh, or one with an especially bad rep. That guy in purple seemed like an extra big jerk.

[ That was before she knew him well enough to tell the truth! ]

Maybe taking him to bed would loosen him up a little. [ Another bout of not-at-all-seriousness, here. ]

[ Well, it's definitely not the inconsistency that bothers him. ] [ But congrats, he is cringing. ]

Oh, man. Thankfully, his armor was way too specialized to be the stuff I saw on the floor. Just someone's lackey.

If you're sure. [ For some reason she sees no problem at all with inviting someone who's after your head to bed. Huh. ]

You'll figure it out eventually. Wouldn't it be nice if they gave us these memories in any sort of reasonable order to put things together? Sounds too fair and logical for this place, though.

I'm sure I'm not volunteering for that, even if it would be a public service.

[ Thinking of Valor, ] [ ....................yeah, it's definitely not the part where Cumore might've wanted him dead. ]

So far, I've been... able to tell how old I was for 'em. [ Quirked lips. ] The benefits of mortality.

[ AKA: he doubts you've gotten any kind of useful 'oh I'm 15' with your memories. ]

Edited 2022-03-29 02:58 (UTC)

I can generally tell what year it is, within a handful, which sort of amounts to the same thing.

...I guess.

[ That he hasn't been getting. Huh. ]

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