He was, yes... We were able to speak about it a bit after the trial, but weren't able to come up with many other connections or reasons for why it may have happened. It seems we were outside at some point, but to what end?
[Hope he was just running free with the geese and then scooped up by god and slapped back onto his own dorm table.]
I've been keeping notes, and Shinonome-san has as well. His are more detailed, I believe; he would be a good person to speak to if you'd like to start.
[Cute... Viola deserves to have an organized dorm honestly, glad for Winters.]
I can imagine so. They do seem like the very diligent and organized sort, for the most part.
[Stares at some...
Anyway now that i'm in the house, as Sakyou moves to set his cup of tea on the table, Viola gets a sudden memory! Wrow. mod acct added to the filters because i am tired]
[fun fact this is the most overtly bloody memory she's received!
which is why she's going to startle then, and she places a hand against her own chest as if in reaction to the painful memory, the concept of having family so brutally and violently ripped from you. tears pinprick at the edges of her eyes in a combination of shock and sympathy, and she gasps if only to bring breath into her lungs]
[GLAD HE CAN CONTRIBUTE BY BRINGING SOMETHING BLOODY TO THE TABLE!! Yay... dead fambly.
Sakyou is used to it, though. Rather - though he's only revisited the memory like this once or twice today, it's one that's never left his mind. He can still recall it clear as the day it happened even without being forced to experience it again and again, so he's able to shake himself out of the stupor quickly.]
--...I'm - [...Well, it's still hard to address it with others, though. His expression shifts between a series of minute changes in a matter of seconds: hurt, fury, sorrow, apology, and then settling into a careful neutrality that makes his features look even more doll-like than usual.] ...I'm sorry that you had to see such a thing.
[It seems his family just can't stay buried and respected, even now.]
[It's not a personal thing, at least. If anything, it's what he wears the most openly - his vengeance, his hatred for demons.]
It is, yes. [He's no hero or even vigilante, no matter what others have said. He'd do this even if those demons never harmed another hair on anyone else's head.] To allow the souls of my family to rest at ease and ensure this never happens to anyone else.
[His head dips a little, and his gaze falls to the cup before him on the table. It's a nice thing to say - many of the people here are kind, for better or for worse. But...]
...Thank you, Viola. Peace for myself has never been my aim, though. I would simply share theirs, once I achieve it.
[And then die and take the eternal peaceful dirt nap, god bless.]
[we'll never find out how this sentence ends bc it's memshare time
You’ve lived your life in solitude. You work hard everyday, spend late nights at the office at the accounting firm, and you don’t interact with others. Your relationships have faded into the background, and most of your days, you only have enough time and energy for a game. The relationships that unfold on the screen are beautiful and loving, even if they are not yours. You think that there’s probably more to life, but you don’t have the wherewithal to find it. Maybe one day your life will end up finding you, and there will be something better than this.
Or maybe it’ll end suddenly - and begin again so intensely that it’s dizzying.
“You” - the 28-year old accountant from modern day Japan, a recluse who lacked friends but made up for it with familiarity in otome games. (Did that really make up for anything?)
Iris - the 16-year old disgraced daughter of the Duke of Armelia, desperate to escape her future of being locked in a nunnery after her fall from grace.
This is your judgment.
You watch the love of your life (because that’s what he was, wasn’t he?) condemn you in favor of another girl he met just months ago. You watch your brother, your blood relative, insinuate that you are anything but weak and for once this is not a compliment. You feel yourself held down for subjugation by a young man three times stronger than you, lambasted for asserting your engagement over a girl who was stealing everything from you.
How ready they are to label you the villainess in this story.
You maintain your dignity - you walk away on your own two feet, if only because you know that no one else will come to save you.
You realize in this moment that there is nothing sweet about love - not when it can destroy a person so immediately. To place hope on something as fleeting, as incorporeal and impossible as love will only lead to ruin.
Maybe that’s what “you” and Iris have always had in common -
[THIS IS LITERALLY MEMORY INCEPTION AND HE'S LOSING HIS MIND. Understandably, it takes longer than usual to shake his way out of this memory considering it's two memories from a person who already has two lives. Wow, he hates this for her, personally?
At the very least, he understands enough of everything that happened to get a base picture of what went on there. And he even has firsthand knowledge of and experience with isekais! Though he's not familiar with the "you die to get there" trope... Yikes.
He's quick to fix her with a stare after all of that though, considering he's seen SOME PEOPLE have some very averse reactions to their memories suddenly returning. That's what he focuses on first, rather than trying to parse through the tangle of memory and the heavy emotions that came with it.]
[PROBABLY. Her head's gonna explode and look even worse than Molly's at this rate.
He does not know what to do about this, though!! He's had bad headaches but they're possession headaches and then "yelling at my evil sword who yells back real loud" headaches, not "I'm three people in a trenchcoat" headaches...]
[Sakyou has only taken one pain killer in his life and it was baby aspirin because Manwol made him, he is trying so desperately to get rid of these pain killers.]
If you're certain. Is there anything else that I can do?
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Which I think is a fruitful start... but I also think - you and Catra experienced similar effects, didn't you? I wonder why...
There are other trends that run - but no reasoning available for them yet.
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[The universe just enjoys bullying furries and samurai.]
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[she tilts her head]
So many points to connect... I wonder if I should begin to take more detailed notes.
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[Hope he was just running free with the geese and then scooped up by god and slapped back onto his own dorm table.]
I've been keeping notes, and Shinonome-san has as well. His are more detailed, I believe; he would be a good person to speak to if you'd like to start.
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she looks pretty amused at that]
Oh, I'm aware.... Winter is very diligently and similarly very communicative with information. They make me very proud.
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I can imagine so. They do seem like the very diligent and organized sort, for the most part.
[Stares at some...
Anyway now that i'm in the house, as Sakyou moves to set his cup of tea on the table, Viola gets a sudden memory! Wrow. mod acct added to the filters because i am tired]
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which is why she's going to startle then, and she places a hand against her own chest as if in reaction to the painful memory, the concept of having family so brutally and violently ripped from you. tears pinprick at the edges of her eyes in a combination of shock and sympathy, and she gasps if only to bring breath into her lungs]
S-Sakyou, that...
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Sakyou is used to it, though. Rather - though he's only revisited the memory like this once or twice today, it's one that's never left his mind. He can still recall it clear as the day it happened even without being forced to experience it again and again, so he's able to shake himself out of the stupor quickly.]
--...I'm - [...Well, it's still hard to address it with others, though. His expression shifts between a series of minute changes in a matter of seconds: hurt, fury, sorrow, apology, and then settling into a careful neutrality that makes his features look even more doll-like than usual.] ...I'm sorry that you had to see such a thing.
[It seems his family just can't stay buried and respected, even now.]
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You...
[ . . . ]
No, I'm - so sorry for intruding. I didn't mean to witness something so...
[ . . . ]
I'm also sorry that you must carry that with you....
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It's no fault of yours. [He will, however, blame who or whatever is at the helm of this place and add it to his growing list of murderous grievances.]
...It's a weight I've grown used to, in any case. I've lived with it for many years.
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You... needn't tell me if the question is too personal but - is this why you choose to eradicate monsters in your home?
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It is, yes. [He's no hero or even vigilante, no matter what others have said. He'd do this even if those demons never harmed another hair on anyone else's head.] To allow the souls of my family to rest at ease and ensure this never happens to anyone else.
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It's hard for me to say that I understand... but I hope that you're able to find peace at some point, Sakyou.
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...Thank you, Viola. Peace for myself has never been my aim, though. I would simply share theirs, once I achieve it.
[And then die and take the eternal peaceful dirt nap, god bless.]
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[we'll never find out how this sentence ends bc it's memshare time
You’ve lived your life in solitude. You work hard everyday, spend late nights at the office at the accounting firm, and you don’t interact with others. Your relationships have faded into the background, and most of your days, you only have enough time and energy for a game. The relationships that unfold on the screen are beautiful and loving, even if they are not yours. You think that there’s probably more to life, but you don’t have the wherewithal to find it. Maybe one day your life will end up finding you, and there will be something better than this.
Or maybe it’ll end suddenly - and begin again so intensely that it’s dizzying.
”So I will not apologize, I will not allow you people to rob me of anything further.”
Two consciousnesses exist in this body now.
“You” - the 28-year old accountant from modern day Japan, a recluse who lacked friends but made up for it with familiarity in otome games. (Did that really make up for anything?)
Iris - the 16-year old disgraced daughter of the Duke of Armelia, desperate to escape her future of being locked in a nunnery after her fall from grace.
This is your judgment.
You watch the love of your life (because that’s what he was, wasn’t he?) condemn you in favor of another girl he met just months ago. You watch your brother, your blood relative, insinuate that you are anything but weak and for once this is not a compliment. You feel yourself held down for subjugation by a young man three times stronger than you, lambasted for asserting your engagement over a girl who was stealing everything from you.
How ready they are to label you the villainess in this story.
You maintain your dignity - you walk away on your own two feet, if only because you know that no one else will come to save you.
You realize in this moment that there is nothing sweet about love - not when it can destroy a person so immediately. To place hope on something as fleeting, as incorporeal and impossible as love will only lead to ruin.
Maybe that’s what “you” and Iris have always had in common -
No one ever really loved you anyway. ]
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At the very least, he understands enough of everything that happened to get a base picture of what went on there. And he even has firsthand knowledge of and experience with isekais! Though he's not familiar with the "you die to get there" trope... Yikes.
He's quick to fix her with a stare after all of that though, considering he's seen SOME PEOPLE have some very averse reactions to their memories suddenly returning. That's what he focuses on first, rather than trying to parse through the tangle of memory and the heavy emotions that came with it.]
—Your head - it doesn't hurt, does it?
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the funny thing is that her head does hurt, and she shuts her eyes in a rather pained wince.]
I.... No, I should be fine, it's just...
[she has no idea what that was?]
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Anyway! Sakyou is leaning forward a little, and though he's not reaching for her just yet, his hands are semi-raised like he's ready to if need be.]
...It's best not to think on it too much for now, I believe.
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but viola will just furrow her brow at that, reaching up to her aching head and frowning]
I... I suppose not...
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He does not know what to do about this, though!! He's had bad headaches but they're possession headaches and then "yelling at my evil sword who yells back real loud" headaches, not "I'm three people in a trenchcoat" headaches...]
--Would pain medication help?
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No, I... I should be alright. You should keep them for yourself and others - thank you, Sakyou.
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If you're certain. Is there anything else that I can do?
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No... I think it should be alright, thank you. Shall we take care to enjoy our tea?
[and wrap this thread and leave it in the past of last week]