[For a moment Koby just sits and looks at the message, debating lying. He's -- not good. He's really not good. And in a near-millenia of life he keeps finding himself missing, Hilda would've been the first person he'd told.
So, finally:] Do things like that happen often? Because I don't think I could do that again. Have a whole life, a whole world that just
[ Relief immediately floods her the moment he replies. She doesn't know where he's staying in the Free Cities otherwise she would have voluntarily hunted him down. Thankfully eight hundred years with a nattering (affectionate) voice of reason has given her enough foresight not to just go barging in like a pink, worried flurry. ]
[He's in his room -- his old one, at the Inn, just sort of staring at the ceiling and trying to keep his racing thoughts calm. He keeps remembering things, forgetting whether they were real or not. Some of them are reliefs, when he realizes they weren't real, but others...]
I see. So it's something new. To do with the Singularity?
I miss it. Isn't that insane? It was so DANGEROUS and I miss it.
I don't want to think about ANY of it, but I can't help it. Why would they do that? For what purpose? Is it to motivate us or keep us in line? [The calm, level-headed focus of the dream-Koby is gone, replaced with earnest, frenetic wild questioning.]
There were. There were some really nice things. I wonder Do we all remember the same thing? Were we in the same dream?
I really liked the you I got to know in the dream.
[ The urge to pull him under her proverbial wings rears its head, before she remembers that she doesn't have wings anymore. And more than that, they don't have that familiarity anymore. ]
𝘐'𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵...𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.
[ It's probably best that their memories stay put for better or for worse. ]
[It feels weird to ask questions, because they'd known one another so well. But that closeness sits in a strange sort of limbo now, between reality and dream, somewhere Koby can't reach it as easily as he once did.]
That's a relief. I don't want to reference some sort of inside joke and have nobody understand at all.
You've never been horrifying, Hilda. And I'd like that too. Our hair's the same color again and everything.
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𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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So, finally:] Do things like that happen often? Because I don't think I could do that again. Have a whole life, a whole world that just
disappears.
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𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 - 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
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I see. So it's something new. To do with the Singularity?
I miss it. Isn't that insane? It was so DANGEROUS and I miss it.
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[ She's doing something similar but she's in her room in their loft. ]
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
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There were. There were some really nice things. I wonder
Do we all remember the same thing? Were we in the same dream?
I really liked the you I got to know in the dream.
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𝘐'𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵...𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.
[ It's probably best that their memories stay put for better or for worse. ]
𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘒𝘰𝘣𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘺𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯-𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.
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[It feels weird to ask questions, because they'd known one another so well. But that closeness sits in a strange sort of limbo now, between reality and dream, somewhere Koby can't reach it as easily as he once did.]
That's a relief. I don't want to reference some sort of inside joke and have nobody understand at all.
You've never been horrifying, Hilda. And I'd like that too. Our hair's the same color again and everything.
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𝘕𝘰, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘒𝘰𝘣𝘺.
[ But even she's starting to think that there's something valuable to be learned from difficult or uncomfortable memories. ]
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 - 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.