generalflirt | ~♥FIFTY-EIGHT♥~

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Mmm. I wonder. Call it conjecture on my part, but what happens to a body when you stab out it's heart?

[ This world... but those are some broad assumptions on his part. About more than one thing. ]

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[ But as for the main part of what Masaomi Kida is doing today, he's hanging out by the fountain, standing on the edge of it with arms wide. Weakness. Weakness is what might destroy them, huh? He wonders if that's individual, or if that's the weakness of a people. He wonders what weakness actually means. Despite this, he's not with Linda for once, and there's a smile on his face. It doesn't meet his eyes, but he's hawking around for anyone in the square, particularly people he knows. And he's holding in his hands two... playing cards?

And when he spies someone, he'll have to bound up to them and ask: ]

Hello! Hello~! Let's play a little game, huuuh?

[ Because he's older now. Because it's the end, and because what else is there left for him to loose. He'll play a game which has him terrified. ]

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Hah. [there's a pause; what a foxlike guy, eh?-- it's one thing to react to a description of yourself, and quite another to construct one]

I'd say a word like "fade" makes it sound like you believe that old life is less remarkable.

[ ... Huh. That's actually fairly insightful. And he considers it himself, as he shifts a little bit here, his eyes looking up a little bit. Okay. Honestly, this guy's got a point, but it's more like- ]

I'm not sure, this long after the fact, that my life back home had even begun.

[thoughtful; he has an idea of what the kid means, but--]

Surely you haven't been living here longer than at home. [it's a question, but lacks the interrogative inflection. And, after a pause, he adds] Unless you mean the kind of living, not how long.

No, only about 20% of my life here.

[a hum]

That would allow for a lot of significant life experiences.

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It did, for better or for worse. But the, time stands still for no man... ah! Except us, it seems!

Mm. Is that why you're wondering if this world will stay habitable?

For me...? [ He considers that, and he shakes his head ] No. I've already accepted that the purpose that the "me" now has is just to make sure that the "me" from back home can make it on to whatever else he does with his life. Other people are counting on this planet though, for various reasons.

Yeah. [quietly. It isn't generalized agreement. He can think of names, faces of people for whom Luceti is a lifeline.]

But this time, at least, you'll be taking those experiences home with you.

[ Huh - ] Even that sounds like a broad assumption, to me.

You don't think they were telling the truth?

Maybe I missed it, but she didn't sound positive they would be able to let us bring in the memories.

[a frown-- maybe even the hint of certainty had been unsettling for Ginko, but] She said it was something they were working to achieve, specifically. It seems about as possible as returning to our own worlds.

Maaah, it's got be a backburner concern. There's no way it couldn't be, when the primary one and the whole getting large winged people elsewhere exists.

[ Or, possibly, he doesn't want to confront there being a choice ]

I dunno. [musing] They seemed to think it was the only measure that would prevent something like this from happening again. That's fairly compelling.

Unless we just leave this world in ruins.

I guess we'll see though.

~♥FIFTY-EIGHT♥~

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