"Are there that many of you around?" she laughed. "You could pass yourself off for twins, perhaps. I didn't go either, but for different reasons. Far too pale. I would have returned as a large tomato."
Jamie's face went to a happy place at the mention of "twins" because that led to thoughts of a certain girl and...
Jamie then shook himself out of it. "Not as many of me per se, but more along the lines of a lot of the other guy who is the original me and I'm not up running into him. And I'm thinking you would have made a great tomato."
"Echo?" Jamie asked. "Um... kind of. I'm a duplicate of the original that got... altered. The other me is in his 30's and kind of absorbed the other version of me that was here before I got caught up in-"
Jamie paused. "Okay, the short answer to that question is: What the heck is an echo? You don't look like a canyon."
"That sounds ... complicated," she admitted. "So you have another you, who's much older? Is that part of Fandom's timeline oddities at work? And are you ... all right?"
"Mine's not much simpler. A girl lost her heart and most of herself and I'm mostly the leftover bits. It's all right, she's fine now. The world was saved and all of that. I'm just a coda, perhaps."
"It's a long story," Jamie said trying to wave off the part about himself. "But I'm fine. I just really can't leave the island very often."
He shifted a bit so he was looking at her. "I seem to remember talking to you before about this back last semester. For someone who is supposed to be someone else... well I'm sorry but I don't think I could think of you as just a bunch of pieces."
"That doesn't quite sound the same as fine," Naminé said softly. "I'm not really ... I'm not sure what I am, to be honest. I exist in the space between what is and what isn't. That's why I can do this."
She held a hand out, and in the air before her, a large purplish-black portal rippled into place.
"Neeeat..." Jamie said poking the portal thing with his finger. "And I'm not sure what you're getting at what your are because you are what you are. You're Naminé. And you're not in some space. You're with me here on a roof. Doesn't get more realer than that."
"It's safe to use," she said quickly. "That just leads back to the fifth floor, I couldn't think of where to link it to. It's an amusing parlor trick, and it makes travel convenient, but ... I can move through darkness because I'm a Nobody. It's something we share. I'm not real, not the way you are. You have parents, you were born, you've always been you."
She frowned slightly. "I suppose not, on that last one, if there's another you out there absorbing people."
Curiosity got the better of Jamie and he rapped his knuckles on the roof sending one of his duplicates into the portal as he continued to talk with his friend.
"Just because you weren't born traditionally doesn't mean you're not a person," Jamie argued. "You're an artist. You create. You have thoughts and beliefs. You think therefore you is."
"I'm not sure about that," she said, shaking her head. "I create, but I've used art to destroy. I think, but I don't know if I feel. I feel as though I can, but that's not the same thing, is it? I've never studied what I am. Next week I'll be sixteen, and I've only existed for two years."
Naminé flushed at that. "I do," she said. "I worry, sometimes. What will happen to him. But he was the one that convinced me I could feel. Myabe if you think you can feel, that's close enough. I'm not sure. It's far too abstract for my mind to wrap around properly."
"Naminé," Jamie said with a wave and a grin. "How's my favorite former Art TA?"
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Jamie then shook himself out of it. "Not as many of me per se, but more along the lines of a lot of the other guy who is the original me and I'm not up running into him. And I'm thinking you would have made a great tomato."
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Jamie paused. "Okay, the short answer to that question is: What the heck is an echo? You don't look like a canyon."
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"Mine's not much simpler. A girl lost her heart and most of herself and I'm mostly the leftover bits. It's all right, she's fine now. The world was saved and all of that. I'm just a coda, perhaps."
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He shifted a bit so he was looking at her. "I seem to remember talking to you before about this back last semester. For someone who is supposed to be someone else... well I'm sorry but I don't think I could think of you as just a bunch of pieces."
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She held a hand out, and in the air before her, a large purplish-black portal rippled into place.
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She frowned slightly. "I suppose not, on that last one, if there's another you out there absorbing people."
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"Just because you weren't born traditionally doesn't mean you're not a person," Jamie argued. "You're an artist. You create. You have thoughts and beliefs. You think therefore you is."
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