At least two different mines. A desert, where the sand sort of flows like water in some places. Full of oil rigs too, which is weird.
[But the one she remembers the most...]
And a city. A dead city. Just...empty. Covered in a thick fog. I've never seen anything like it, but a man I hear in my visions sometimes called it a Necrohol.
[Shivering a bit, she drinks more of the soda.]
Ever seen pictures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki after the nuclear bombs hit? It looked a lot like that. Only, with monsters.
[She can't keep herself from chuckling a little. It's an unhappy, ugly sound...because she really doesn't want any of this.]
I mean, I heard in Unreality that they are ours. That we have a claim to them. But I don't really know why. Like, what makes us more special than those other people in town.
[That they have a claim to them... it makes sense, if Ardyn's reincarnation theory is true. And it's something that he's known himself for a while, that everything he's gotten back is somehow his... it's like he told Alison; he would much rather know he's reincarnated and that what he's seeing is his than to think that it's all at random.]
Our names got drawn from the hat?
[It's dry, sardonic--the best he's got to offer.]
If they do have a reason, I'd like to hear it. But I haven't seen anything to make me think they're organized enough to have a system of who they "wake up."
A while back, the prof and I talked about it. Both of us think it's probably a past life too. It just feels too... right to not be.
[And then he snorts, sitting back on his rock.]
Though who knows? Maybe I'd be saying that if I was remembering the stuff Noah was, too. For all we know it could be Retrospec making us feel like this is ours.
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Oh? Why's that?
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[Going along with it then.]
Half my memories are of these crazy places, and others are full of monsters.
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[But the one she remembers the most...]
And a city. A dead city. Just...empty. Covered in a thick fog. I've never seen anything like it, but a man I hear in my visions sometimes called it a Necrohol.
[Shivering a bit, she drinks more of the soda.]
Ever seen pictures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki after the nuclear bombs hit? It looked a lot like that. Only, with monsters.
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Any idea why you were there?
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[Dante's staring out at the ocean as he speaks, recognizing how he mimics his other self in that moment.]
Why we're the ones getting them, or what they're trying to do.
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[She can't keep herself from chuckling a little. It's an unhappy, ugly sound...because she really doesn't want any of this.]
I mean, I heard in Unreality that they are ours. That we have a claim to them. But I don't really know why. Like, what makes us more special than those other people in town.
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Our names got drawn from the hat?
[It's dry, sardonic--the best he's got to offer.]
If they do have a reason, I'd like to hear it. But I haven't seen anything to make me think they're organized enough to have a system of who they "wake up."
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[Which is pretty fucked up. But what can you do?]
But I have a feeling that this is our stuff. That this was our past self, or something.
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A while back, the prof and I talked about it. Both of us think it's probably a past life too. It just feels too... right to not be.
[And then he snorts, sitting back on his rock.]
Though who knows? Maybe I'd be saying that if I was remembering the stuff Noah was, too. For all we know it could be Retrospec making us feel like this is ours.
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[She believes Surina, having been there for the Sphinx, even if she's keeping it quiet as she processes that revelation.]
Fits too well.
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Hey, Pen?
Thanks. For listening.