Even broken memories can be important, no matter how the twisted points may hurt to pull through. Can be stronger, even with the hurt, and carry it through for why you keep going.
Some might call me an old fool if they knew what I was doing, chasing ghosts. Hasn't stopped me, and I can't let anything stop me
Back home I can't, at least. Makes me antsy here, restless.
[But here? He had somehow stumbled and fell into something that felt too good to be true, a few people he felt he could trust. Someone he cared for and cared for him in turn. Reason he wasn't solid ice at the moment, even. Peace he had given up to be what the world needed and wanted him to be.
Even now he didn't know what he did to wind up with it. Despite the restless anxiety... he'd fight to keep it, even with that bit of inner conflict of being here and the need to finish what he set out to do in his world.]
I hate to say it, simply because it means the same might hold true for me, that she may still be there. No matter how much we want to bury it- as if it's better to never face who we once were with who we are now.
I grew up on my family's farm, had a normal life, until a Crisis started that nearly wiped out all of humanity. Met a man in a program that enhanced me that I would have followed to hell and back.
Trusted him with my entire being, and overlooked too much because I believed him when he made a choice to do what he felt was needed. Defended him, acted as a shield
until I couldn't.
He was the last thing I saw before everything literally exploded around us, and I had to drag myself out of the rubble of everything we built together.
[Fear and realization, both had hit him when that bomb went off. Felt the heat and impact of it all.]
Very difficult, especially when there isn't anyone you know and do trust from your world around.
I've found a few; I live with one, and Napoleon is another. He has told me I could probably work with others like him because of my enhancements- be able to keep up and hold my own well enough to not slow them down. I also keep an eye on those who take up quests from the board, watch how they carry themselves and so on.
I appreciate the offer a lot, and in turn once I'm back to my usual I can offer my strength if you might need it.
Even if it's going into some places to help find something hard to get around here, or if you just need a hand to hold for a bit. My company sometimes comes with food since I can cook.
[And he meant it, better to reach out and know there may be a hand waiting. The weight behind her own offer understood.]
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Some might call me an old fool if they knew what I was doing, chasing ghosts. Hasn't stopped me, and I can't let anything stop me
Back home I can't, at least. Makes me antsy here, restless.
[But here? He had somehow stumbled and fell into something that felt too good to be true, a few people he felt he could trust. Someone he cared for and cared for him in turn. Reason he wasn't solid ice at the moment, even. Peace he had given up to be what the world needed and wanted him to be.
Even now he didn't know what he did to wind up with it. Despite the restless anxiety... he'd fight to keep it, even with that bit of inner conflict of being here and the need to finish what he set out to do in his world.]
I hate to say it, simply because it means the same might hold true for me, that she may still be there. No matter how much we want to bury it- as if it's better to never face who we once were with who we are now.
I grew up on my family's farm, had a normal life, until a Crisis started that nearly wiped out all of humanity. Met a man in a program that enhanced me that I would have followed to hell and back.
Trusted him with my entire being, and overlooked too much because I believed him when he made a choice to do what he felt was needed. Defended him, acted as a shield
until I couldn't.
He was the last thing I saw before everything literally exploded around us, and I had to drag myself out of the rubble of everything we built together.
[Fear and realization, both had hit him when that bomb went off. Felt the heat and impact of it all.]
Very difficult, especially when there isn't anyone you know and do trust from your world around.
I've found a few; I live with one, and Napoleon is another. He has told me I could probably work with others like him because of my enhancements- be able to keep up and hold my own well enough to not slow them down. I also keep an eye on those who take up quests from the board, watch how they carry themselves and so on.
I appreciate the offer a lot, and in turn once I'm back to my usual I can offer my strength if you might need it.
Even if it's going into some places to help find something hard to get around here, or if you just need a hand to hold for a bit. My company sometimes comes with food since I can cook.
[And he meant it, better to reach out and know there may be a hand waiting. The weight behind her own offer understood.]