71 - she remains
[Private, hard to hack, but possible for friends he's had for 6 months+ and intuitive acquaintances]
In my life, the one before the one I live here, I was a traveling expert who helped people who had been affected by movements and activity of mushi, beings unseen by most human eyes. They are mystical creatures between light and shadow that permeate everything in this world, and are the closest beings to the source of life itself. I'd worked with them so many times, they became something like my traveling companions over the years. I don't see them as friends. Just strange neighbors.
She couldn't see them. It was ridiculous that I would feel unsatisfied by this, yet it was also understandable. Try as we might, the capability to describe a sensory experience to someone who can't sense it is beyond all of us.
...A wall...
[Private, unhackable]
I have never seen Priscilla cry. If her face looks soft, it's because she makes it soft. She forces herself to be strong. It's been her way of life; it's to be expected.
I don't want her to force a smile for me anymore. Even though I feel whole only when I am near her, that isn't worth playing through this...fantasy. I should've seen things for what they were...an escape from her pain.
She won't be whole without facing him.
[Filtered to the Powers That Be of Memento Eden, quite unhackable]
I am begging you.
Send her back.
[Private, unhackable]
... *tightens a hand into a fist* ...If they give a care...
[Filter to Priscilla]
Did you enjoy the hike? I can never tell if I'm overloading people with information, but you seemed interested, what with your questions. If you want, I can show you the records that I came here to the island with; if nothing else, the scientific diagrams may be interesting to see. *small grin* I can't say much for my artistic talent, of course.
In my life, the one before the one I live here, I was a traveling expert who helped people who had been affected by movements and activity of mushi, beings unseen by most human eyes. They are mystical creatures between light and shadow that permeate everything in this world, and are the closest beings to the source of life itself. I'd worked with them so many times, they became something like my traveling companions over the years. I don't see them as friends. Just strange neighbors.
She couldn't see them. It was ridiculous that I would feel unsatisfied by this, yet it was also understandable. Try as we might, the capability to describe a sensory experience to someone who can't sense it is beyond all of us.
...A wall...
[Private, unhackable]
I have never seen Priscilla cry. If her face looks soft, it's because she makes it soft. She forces herself to be strong. It's been her way of life; it's to be expected.
I don't want her to force a smile for me anymore. Even though I feel whole only when I am near her, that isn't worth playing through this...fantasy. I should've seen things for what they were...an escape from her pain.
She won't be whole without facing him.
[Filtered to the Powers That Be of Memento Eden, quite unhackable]
I am begging you.
Send her back.
[Private, unhackable]
... *tightens a hand into a fist* ...If they give a care...
[Filter to Priscilla]
Did you enjoy the hike? I can never tell if I'm overloading people with information, but you seemed interested, what with your questions. If you want, I can show you the records that I came here to the island with; if nothing else, the scientific diagrams may be interesting to see. *small grin* I can't say much for my artistic talent, of course.