[The feed on the Hitomi starts off with a screen full of puppyface, and then a nice view of teeth and a pink tongue as a dog, seemingly a stray, picks it up in its mouth
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[The teenager looks almost embarrassed, and he is, a little. After all, normally he would have all sorts of information to offer, but the world right now... had just thrown him for a huge loop. He doesn't have his usual notebook, and that's problematic enough, because he can't properly take notes on his impressions of this person while it's fresh in his head.
Ah well. Serious green eyes level themselves on the screen, and Gau opens his mouth to speak.]
Excuse me, I believe I may be of some aid, at least. This world that you are in - Kannagara - has been my home for quite some time. IT is ruled by gods who have a habit of taking people from various worlds and bringing them here.
[He pauses.]
As such, I'm not sure you will find anyone from your Amestrian military here.
[Hughes seems visibly relieved at first when the boy appears to offer help, but...that's quickly enough replaced by confusion.]
Ah...worlds? [Plural. But wouldn't that mean...?
The man is silent for a moment and looks a touch hesitant, wary. He'd rather ask the question he brings to mind in private, but he is not yet familiar enough with the functions of the Hitomi.]
Do you...mean to imply that this is some sort of afterlife?
No, I don't believe it's an afterlife. While some of the people from my own world that I have encountered here had died in that place... it seems more as if the gods went back in time and took them out of the world... before their deaths.
[And that is the best way he can think of to describe it anyway.]
Moreover, it seems that those of us who are here are mere copies of our real selves, since someone sent back to their home world does not experience a loss of those who are here. In fact, for example, when my partner was sent back to our own world, I was there with him, as far as he understood. While I was also here.
[Yeah, that's a little brain-breaking, he knows.]
As for their being multiple worlds, let me explain it this way. In my world, your country and your military don't exist.
[The more Gau says, the more Hughes is both fascinated and terrified by the power of these so-called "gods." He's not entirely sure he believed in a God, as such, before, but...these things seem far beyond the power of any alchemy he's ever heard of.
His mind races as he continues to absorb the information fiven him by this boy, looking at the possible scenarios. It is possible, he thinks, that these gods could have somehow obtained a Philosopher's Stone, but...reviving the dead? Wasn't that specifically impossible, even defying the rules of Equivalent Exchange? Time travel, too, seems no more plausible.
And yet...here he is. Apparently alive. He's not really sure what to think of that.]
Before their deaths...did these people retain memories of th--...of what happened? [Because he certainly does. And what's more, he found a healed scar on his chest where the wound should have been, when he woke up. Does that mean he survived? Why does he not remember that, then
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It's really a lot to take in, I know. I've been here for... quite some time, and it's still sometimes surprising to me, the ways in which this world works.
[He draws in a deep breath, trying to think how to explain everything.]
Let me see if I can explain it better. Let's say that... you take a picture of something. The real thing continues to exist despite the picture, doesn't it? The same if you create a sculpture or build a robot or whatever... any kind of simulacrum that you make doesn't change the original object.
[He pauses again.]
It's like that. What were are, here? We seem to be living, breathing copies of ourselves. Those of us who have gone back to their own worlds and then returned here again... they don't remember what happened, until they're here. So it's as if any changes don't exist outside of this place.
Ah well. Serious green eyes level themselves on the screen, and Gau opens his mouth to speak.]
Excuse me, I believe I may be of some aid, at least. This world that you are in - Kannagara - has been my home for quite some time. IT is ruled by gods who have a habit of taking people from various worlds and bringing them here.
[He pauses.]
As such, I'm not sure you will find anyone from your Amestrian military here.
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Ah...worlds? [Plural. But wouldn't that mean...?
The man is silent for a moment and looks a touch hesitant, wary. He'd rather ask the question he brings to mind in private, but he is not yet familiar enough with the functions of the Hitomi.]
Do you...mean to imply that this is some sort of afterlife?
[He just really hopes that is not too telling.]
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[And that is the best way he can think of to describe it anyway.]
Moreover, it seems that those of us who are here are mere copies of our real selves, since someone sent back to their home world does not experience a loss of those who are here. In fact, for example, when my partner was sent back to our own world, I was there with him, as far as he understood. While I was also here.
[Yeah, that's a little brain-breaking, he knows.]
As for their being multiple worlds, let me explain it this way. In my world, your country and your military don't exist.
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His mind races as he continues to absorb the information fiven him by this boy, looking at the possible scenarios. It is possible, he thinks, that these gods could have somehow obtained a Philosopher's Stone, but...reviving the dead? Wasn't that specifically impossible, even defying the rules of Equivalent Exchange? Time travel, too, seems no more plausible.
And yet...here he is. Apparently alive. He's not really sure what to think of that.]
Before their deaths...did these people retain memories of th--...of what happened? [Because he certainly does. And what's more, he found a healed scar on his chest where the wound should have been, when he woke up. Does that mean he survived? Why does he not remember that, then ( ... )
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[He draws in a deep breath, trying to think how to explain everything.]
Let me see if I can explain it better. Let's say that... you take a picture of something. The real thing continues to exist despite the picture, doesn't it? The same if you create a sculpture or build a robot or whatever... any kind of simulacrum that you make doesn't change the original object.
[He pauses again.]
It's like that. What were are, here? We seem to be living, breathing copies of ourselves. Those of us who have gone back to their own worlds and then returned here again... they don't remember what happened, until they're here. So it's as if any changes don't exist outside of this place.
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