[The mirror forms from a an accidental touch as Kenshin works her way around a wall, looking for something in particular, knowing she'll find it eventually. She's silent for the moment, though she has been singing for no apparent reason all day... songs she doesn't know on top of it--but it isn't anything like being turned into a dragon so she has
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That was lovely.
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[She looked up, the normal scowl that seemed to cling to her face all but absent... instead she just looked tired.]
Hello, Fela-san...
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Hello, Kenshin. How are you doing today?
[The tired expression worries her, but she holds back and gauges before she starts up her sisterly fussing.]
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[She looks down at the flowers she'd gathered, lifting a hand to brush her fingers along the edge of a petal.]
Oddly nostalgic...
[More openly than usual anyway.]
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What is nostalgic? What does it feel like?
[She has no distant memories to look over and long for those times.]
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It is... when you remember the past...
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It feels... sad... and happy... all at once...
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It's beyond my imagination, I think.
[She admits to it thoughtfully.]
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[she had gathered that Fela was a bit of an odd duck by now, but she wasn't sure why the other woman wouldn't understand the concept even if she didn't recognize the words]
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I cannot remember the past.
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[She takes in the expression--recognizes that sort of rueful smile all too well (after all... most of the time that was what her own smiles looked like anymore--real ones seemed so fleeting).]
I see...
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[She doesn't sound convinced on that point, but she doesn't mourn what is lost.]
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[She thinks on that for a long moment and then just shakes her head.]
Anyone who says that is taking the coward's way out... Being unable to remember the past may save someone from the pain of the bad things that happened... but it also means you're unable to learn from them... and unable to remember the good things...
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You have my condolences...
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No need for that. Life calls for sacrifice, that is the only way I think I can understand its beauty.
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I can't disagree...
[although she is more than tired of being the one being sacrificed for... she keeps trying to put herself in that role and it just keeps backfiring...]
[her eyes follow Fela's back to the flowers, and she carefully pulls one of them free and offers it to her since she seems so intrigued by them.]
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Thank you.
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A-aa...
[And suddenly she felt like she was fifteen years old again, stuttering and falling all over herself over a pretty girl... She was drugged. Only explanation.]
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