[Ken is making a post to the network! (On purpose and everything.) And what's more, he honestly looks happy. Maybe even relieved.]
Everyone, thank you. I'm truly grateful for all of the help I've received.
I'd like to introduce myself to you all again. Good afternoon.
My name is Ichijouji Ken. I'm eleven years old.
And I think.....
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[Ken looks a little sheepish. That had sounded odd, hadn't it?]
This is the first time I've been sure. But now I do know there's a place where I belong. There are people who'd be happy I exist.
[Which is even more odd, but he doesn't notice that. He's too busy wondering what this hypothetical family must be like. Is his mother kind? Does he have siblings? Where exactly in their midst does he fit? But somewhere, there's a Ken-shaped space in people's lives, and he fits right in.]
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Feels pretty good, doesn't it?
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....yeah.
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[Even if it's just a name and an age. But he's smiling.]
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I'm sorry it's not something that can help around the apartment.
[For all he knows, he's a genius cook or something. But he doesn't look too choked up about it.
Prepare to have a happy roommate until further notice, Barnaby.]
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[Happy roommates are better than depressed ones, anyway.]
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[He hesitates a moment, but Barnaby's his roommate. He can ask this sort of thing from his roommate, right?]
Do you - remember your family, Barnaby-san?
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[Maybe he has his own room - a room with his name on the door, not assigned but granted. Maybe he helps with chores around the house.
Ken's not usually this optimistic, but the thrill of remembering has him imagining all sorts of simple moments with excitement.]
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[Meeting again. That's right. He'll meet everyone again - whoever "everyone" is, but he's sure they must exist. And they'll be happy to see him, because he has a place he belongs.
It's not something to be ashamed of, forgetting his loved ones here. He'll remember them. And meet them all over again...Yes, as long as he has memories, no one will ever be really gone.]
I hadn't thought of that. It's a lovely sentiment.
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Families are super neat, huh?
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[It has to be true. And someday, he'll open that apartment door in his memory, and see who'd been waiting for him to come home.]
...I don't have to see them yet to know.
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[Right. He doesn't have to rush. And just because he's learning who he's been doesn't mean he should neglect where he is at present.]
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I'm pleased you've remembered more, Ken. I hope you'll continue to gain good memories.
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I'm sure I will. Even if some are sad....I'll treasure them. Because they're all important parts of who I am.
[Or so he can say, buoyed by regaining such a promising memory.]
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That's a good way to look at it. In a way, we're regaining ourselves along with our memories, and there's no way of telling what we'll remember or when. So far, I've remembered more about my work than my personal life.
[A pause. He's still somewhat worried about people experiencing a shock from less benign memories, but then, he tends not to expect the best.] If there's ever anything you need, or need to talk about, don't hesitate to ask.
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Nevertheless, he's not normally this optimistic, so he has a hypothesis about that pause. His expression grows more solemn.]
...I'll be certain to. Thank you.
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