[haha, well, that was generally a frustrating time! emet-selch is lingering at the railroad station, likely hoping it will be a little quieter this time of day. he's found a bench to settle on, going through the device once more, seemingly focused on it... but at the sound of footsteps, the scrolling stops for a moment.
he doesn't bother to look up as he speaks.]
Well, at least that little meeting was of some use.
[it's the too agreeable one! but he's just going to tilt his head at that before sitting on a beach nearby just to give emet-selch space if he'd like it
even though soo-won is entirely faced toward him]
Though I can hardly say any would be excited at the notion of losing bits of themselves.
I suppose that's true. One aspect of the reality, completely vanishing from existence, because none can take the same perspective as us so perfectly...
[he contemplates that, for a moment, turning off the device and tucking it away. his elbows are propped on his knees, fingers laced together.]
The very idea of parts being lost that may not be known again, no legacy being left in their absence-- for those who struggle to leave some footprint with their fleeting existence, what fate could be worse? Whether they promise their return or not, there is no real proof of it.
[ . . . it's interesting, he thinks. softly, soo-won cannot help but reflect:]
You are more empathetic than I had thought.
[he tilts his head]
Perhaps we can safeguard our memories through other options - sharing our stories with others before we lose them, or even writing down what we hold dear so we can remind ourselves of what transpired.
[but that can take so much time, and they do not know how much time they have.]
Shall we hold a funeral rite for those memories that we may lose?
There are things it would be more difficult not to understand, after some time.
[it comes with a dismissive wave of his hand-- let him live, he doesn't care that much.]
I have already recorded my own before, and it is a far more arduous task here-- there is no simple way to share eons' worth of memory, nor would I offer it so easily.
[emet-selch isn't here to hand out the knowledge of the ancients willy-nilly.]
For now? Wait and watch, as has always been my wont. There seems little else to do, now that our interrogations have concluded... we have yet to see the rest of their number, as well.
[sitting around is still a pain, but he is a patient man.]
[he's stewed in his feelings for several thousand years and he will do it some more. it's fine.]
Most things would be. As you say, airing them would avail us little without any action to be taken-- and so we are left simply with conversation, I suppose.
soo-won doesn't mind conversation though, and his expression still manages to be chipper after all that]
Hmm... should we have tea along with our conversation?
And perhaps you could share memories that you wouldn't mind a stranger holding onto for you - if only to see if it works as a safeguard against having them truly taken. I could share too, if you'd like.
[flesh vessels do, unfortunately, have to be sustained... so why not have the tea.]
Though I doubt it will work well as an experiment. There is always the high possibility anything shared may not be what is lost, if that should prove true.
[though he'll at least move to stand first, brushing off his cloak out of habit]
Mm, that's true. It may be a bit pointless, if we think that sharing is worth anything at all. However we'll never find any results if we fail to try to begin with.
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he doesn't bother to look up as he speaks.]
Well, at least that little meeting was of some use.
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even though soo-won is entirely faced toward him]
Though I can hardly say any would be excited at the notion of losing bits of themselves.
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It remains to be seen if they've been truthful about that, but if they have...
[if they have, then that bodes extremely poorly for all of them.]
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And whether or not you should mourn whatever it is that might be lost.
[because who can say? only the them of right know really knows their memories completely]
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[that's one thing he is absolutely certain of, at least.]
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[please expand, he's just curious]
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[they could each share their whole history, but it wouldn't be the same as their own experience of it. something would still be lost.]
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[ . . . ]
Does it make you nervous?
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The very idea of parts being lost that may not be known again, no legacy being left in their absence-- for those who struggle to leave some footprint with their fleeting existence, what fate could be worse? Whether they promise their return or not, there is no real proof of it.
I truly do find it...
[a shake of his head, posture slumping further.]
Infuriating.
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You are more empathetic than I had thought.
[he tilts his head]
Perhaps we can safeguard our memories through other options - sharing our stories with others before we lose them, or even writing down what we hold dear so we can remind ourselves of what transpired.
[but that can take so much time, and they do not know how much time they have.]
Shall we hold a funeral rite for those memories that we may lose?
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[it comes with a dismissive wave of his hand-- let him live, he doesn't care that much.]
I have already recorded my own before, and it is a far more arduous task here-- there is no simple way to share eons' worth of memory, nor would I offer it so easily.
[emet-selch isn't here to hand out the knowledge of the ancients willy-nilly.]
I would also not mourn what is yet present.
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rather, he's still wondering]
Then what will you do next?
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[sitting around is still a pain, but he is a patient man.]
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[which is. something. how weird are they gonna be]
Are you find with waiting in your anger until then?
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[a nonanswer, but that's probably intentional.]
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A paltry attempt perhaps... but I worry that without clear answers on how to move forward, offering room to air your angers would only be circular.
[he just doesn't think stewing in rage all alone is good either
but hey he's up for anything]
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Most things would be. As you say, airing them would avail us little without any action to be taken-- and so we are left simply with conversation, I suppose.
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well
soo-won doesn't mind conversation though, and his expression still manages to be chipper after all that]
Hmm... should we have tea along with our conversation?
And perhaps you could share memories that you wouldn't mind a stranger holding onto for you - if only to see if it works as a safeguard against having them truly taken. I could share too, if you'd like.
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[flesh vessels do, unfortunately, have to be sustained... so why not have the tea.]
Though I doubt it will work well as an experiment. There is always the high possibility anything shared may not be what is lost, if that should prove true.
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[though he'll at least move to stand first, brushing off his cloak out of habit]
Mm, that's true. It may be a bit pointless, if we think that sharing is worth anything at all. However we'll never find any results if we fail to try to begin with.