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A mist settles in over the monastery.

Is it morning? Night? Who can say? Today, the day feels endless. The sun is nowhere to be seen — or had it been at all? Instead, a curious green glow engulfs Garreg Mach, like an eternal twilight settling in. Time seems to be paused almost, though the wildlife in and around the area continues to act as though nothing is wrong. As though this is perfectly normal. As though it is natural for the skies to be dark, with not a single star in sight, and for the sun to be forgotten in the mist that lingers. The paths are at least lit by small orbs of light, fireflies flitting about.

However, should one come into contact with one of those fireflies, a memory of the past will be projected for all in the close vicinity to see. Joyous occasions, tragic events — they don't seem to discern one way or another. Perhaps it would be best to watch your step for now, though.

Of course, after lingering for about a day, the strange ambience will fade into what appears to be a normal night at Garreg Mach. It's as if nothing had happened at all. Did it? Or was it all simply a shared hallucination?

[ ● MEMSHARE POST. Coming into contact with the fireflies will share a memory of your character's with those around them. You can top-level with a memory to start out or have people tag you and determine it then, whatever. I don't make the rules (except I do and I say yolo). Have fun with it!
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Oh.

[She eases down to sit on the bed herself, looking at her clasped hands.]

I-I guess that makes sense. I... at this point, I guess... I'm supposed to start letting go, huh?

[She doesn't want to be a vengeful ghost, after all.]

[ The question, while innocently asked, strikes a painful chord deep within Felix. Not even five years ago, he would have impatiently told her yes, that’s precisely what she should do – as he expected once of Dimitri. But now he understands that he doesn’t understand, that people process grief and trauma differently than he does, that it’s unfair of him to make such hypocritical demands of people when he’s still leveraging Glenn’s death as a weapon against himself. ]

If you’re ready to.

[ Felix folds his arms and turns his head so he can look out the window. ]

It probably won’t be easy. We’re all shaped by our pasts, so we end up carrying it wherever we go. But if you can let go of what happened to you… You’ll feel better for it.

Well... I either have all the time in the world or none at all. I might as well try.

[She squares her shoulders and smiles up at him.]

It's... all over, after all. He can't hurt me ever again.

[ This time, he doesn't mistake the obvious tell. Frowning, he glances askance at her. ]

What do you mean? [ he asks slowly, as if sounding out the words to a question he's not sure he wants the answer to. ]

[She hesitates.]

...the other two of you got... really upset, when I told them.

[ For a moment, he doesn't answer. There's a small, niggling voice in his head, telling him that this isn't any of his business, that he shouldn't get involved. If his counterparts became upset, he shouldn't expect that he'll react any differently. ]

Tell me.

...before I came here, I was—at Gronder. I was overseeing the ballista and—and I got taken down. After the enemy moved in, the entire thing was set aflame around them. And... and me too. I faded out, and woke up here.

[She tugs at one glove, stalling, but eventually has to say:]

I... I'm pretty sure I'm dead, Felix.

Edited 2019-10-29 02:42 (UTC)