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[Thanks to Lupin, he's getting a bit better at this typing thing, but it still takes a while to post the message. His thoughts are distracted, and it would be easier to speak them than write them out, but he prefers it nonetheless. For now, anyway.]
How does one regain a lost purpose?
Or more accurately...how does one move on from such a loss of purpose? is it possible to find another?
[It appears that is the end of the message, but several minutes later...one more sentence appears.]
What does it mean...to love someone?
[He thinks he loved Mei, that she loved him...wants to believe it, but he doesn't know. It's been so many years since the word was at all relevant to his life that he's not sure how to piece together the meaning again, pull apart the concept from all the pain and confusion and loss.]
Private to Remus Lupin
Thank you.
Private to Lust
We should...talk, sometime.
Private to Hughes
[There's a considerable delay before he finally decides to switch to audio. His voice is still rather raw and harsh, betraying many things the previous text hides.]
I...
Does there...need to be blood, to count? [A beat] A daughter.
[Anatolians, sometimes other Scorched, had used such a term to describe their relationship, before. It's almost amusing to think about, in a terribly painful way. He'd been so afraid of it then, the commitment, the depth of bond implied by it. He didn't want to give himself such a presumptuous term as 'father' or 'father-figure' and fail to live up to it. No...'guardian' had been enough. He'd even been afraid of that much, once. Now...he wishes he could have the chance to try.]
...Your....your family. They remain in Amestris, do they not?
How do you...
...manage?
[How do you keep it from destroying you, from eating you alive from the inside?]
How does one regain a lost purpose?
Or more accurately...how does one move on from such a loss of purpose? is it possible to find another?
[It appears that is the end of the message, but several minutes later...one more sentence appears.]
What does it mean...to love someone?
[He thinks he loved Mei, that she loved him...wants to believe it, but he doesn't know. It's been so many years since the word was at all relevant to his life that he's not sure how to piece together the meaning again, pull apart the concept from all the pain and confusion and loss.]
Private to Remus Lupin
Thank you.
Private to Lust
We should...talk, sometime.
Private to Hughes
[There's a considerable delay before he finally decides to switch to audio. His voice is still rather raw and harsh, betraying many things the previous text hides.]
I...
Does there...need to be blood, to count? [A beat] A daughter.
[Anatolians, sometimes other Scorched, had used such a term to describe their relationship, before. It's almost amusing to think about, in a terribly painful way. He'd been so afraid of it then, the commitment, the depth of bond implied by it. He didn't want to give himself such a presumptuous term as 'father' or 'father-figure' and fail to live up to it. No...'guardian' had been enough. He'd even been afraid of that much, once. Now...he wishes he could have the chance to try.]
...Your....your family. They remain in Amestris, do they not?
How do you...
...manage?
[How do you keep it from destroying you, from eating you alive from the inside?]