No. I could remember pieces in a hazy sort of way... Like waking up in the middle of the night and just barely being able to remember the last dream you were having.
... That seems like something you should look into.
[and then
another memory plays!
Pain wracks your body, but still, you struggle to stand. You have to defeat Medea, the warlock with bright red eyes who stands before you. You have to protect the village. You have to save your brother.
She glances at where your brother has fallen. "How pitiful... a warlock tortured to death by the power of corruption. But there is one way. A certain witch can remove his curse."
Immediately, you understand. "If you put it that way... will you remove Hugh's curse if I defeat you?"
"Perhaps... so now, how about putting in a little more effort?"
You let out a swear, frustration coursing through your veins as you launch another attack at her. She easily fends it off.
"Oh?" She smirks. "Is this everything you've got? Pathetic."
She blasts her own attack at you, as you cry out in pain and collapse. Get up, you tell yourself. You have to keep fighting.
"If you keep wasting time, your brother will die."
"....."
"You're weak! How can you hope to change your fate with so little power?"
"Damn it..."
She isn't wrong. This is everything you have, and it's still not enough. And so, despite knowing you shouldn't, a part of you can't help but lament. (If only I could also control the power of corruption...)
And then, it's as if you're in a dream. In the recesses of your mind, your bloodâa voice echoes.
I have heeded your call. Answer me. Why do you seek power?
(I... I want the power to change my own destiny.)
Change your destiny? A good answer. Feel my power running through you then, o he who tries to change his destiny.
Whether you can master it, or whether you are consumed by it... all is up to you now. You are nowâ
âcapable of deciding your own fate.
With that, a surge of emotions rushes through you. Anger, hate, sorrow... they assail you as if you're in a waking nightmare. Crying for vengeance, bloody justice; gushing into your heart; compelling you to destroy everything you set your eyes on. If you let your guard down for even a moment, they'll take a hold of you—
it's sibling issues up the wazoo here, apparently.]
[Yeah he probably should look into it but it's FINE because INSTEAD THERE ARE SIBLING ISSUES TO FOCUS ON!!!
Which is to say, Sakyou's on his feet before he can even think, nearly knocking the chair over, because so many of those feelings resonate so deeply with him even in a foreign memory. In those few moments, living the life of another, he would have done anything to save his brother. And now, as a person living for the sake of his dead sister - his dead family - he can still feel those emotions too clearly.
The rest, too - the anger and hate and sorrow - aren't unfamiliar. He lives with those emotions every day of his life. The first two more than sorrow; sorrow takes up so much room in one's heart. But isn't it a terrible thing to be plagued by? To carry that weight? Especially if it isn't truly your own to bear.
In a blink, he's back to himself, back to this unfamiliar room instead of that unfamiliar world.
...He's quick to turn from Chad, just in case the ugliness of those lingering feelings manifests in his expression. It's a foreign memory for both of them, after all. He doesn't need to make things worse.]
chad doesn't even know how to react this memory that is definitely not his, but granted, he's never really sure how to give an emotional reaction in general. sakyou, on the other hand, looks like he's mclosing it just a tad, so—]
[IT'S FINE. Chad's too calm, Sakyou can be the emotional outlet for them both. It takes him a moment or two to rally himself from That, but he will eventually just. Return to his seat. Very tersely. It's fine they're both fine.]
...I am. [...] I apologize. My-- [A beat.] ...If anything like that had ever happened to my sister, I would have done the same. Just thinking about it makes me angry.
[Big Mood. He isn't specifically addressing it like it's Chad's memory, though; just not claiming ownership of it. That ain't his trauma! He's got enough!]
... Mm. [his hand goes up to his pocket watch.] If it'd been my brother...
[... that's more vulnerability than he'd normally show, but maybe he's shaken by it after all. anyway, good thing that definitely wasn't about his sibling!]
[THE ABSOLUTE HILARITY god bless Chad. Wow though same, Sakyou is terrible at this but he'll DO IT because he points at everyone else who loves their siblings very much and immediately goes "mood, now I'll die for you".]
Anything you'd like to say, really. The sort of person he is, the things he likes... What he's doing now, while you're here.
[Even if some things will probably be fake, he's sure others may hold true.]
He's working right now, since we're supporting ourselves. [sakyou's seen his application, he knows chad lives the parent-less life...] ... He's loud and obnoxious.
[said so tiredly but in that secretly fond sort of way.]
[he's silent for a while, because he's struggling with that instinctive need to deny any feelings and protect every sense of privacy, but the memories-that-aren't-his are sitting with him, so—]
[There's a softness in the smile that follows that looks almost a little painful. Sakyou is not jealous, and he doesn't begrudge others who have things he no longer does. But there's still a sting that never goes away.]
Family is the most precious thing. ...I hope that the two of you can take care of each other for a long time to come.
glad that you had to make up a 4kids name for this other dude too though unless it actually is clark in which case i'll lose my shit I MEAN I SURE WASNT EXPECTING HUGO]
It would be nice if we could meet him properly, someday.
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[...]
I don't think so, anyway. I didn't even remember that clearly before I saw it again here.
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[???]
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[Demons, man. They'll fuck you up.]
I didn't think too much about it until recently.
[Considering the blade is still at his side!]
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Do you know the reason for that, at least?
[sir that's concerning]
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...I suspect it's - a form of possession. I don't know much about it yet.
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[and then
another memory plays!
Pain wracks your body, but still, you struggle to stand. You have to defeat Medea, the warlock with bright red eyes who stands before you. You have to protect the village. You have to save your brother.
She glances at where your brother has fallen. "How pitiful... a warlock tortured to death by the power of corruption. But there is one way. A certain witch can remove his curse."
Immediately, you understand. "If you put it that way... will you remove Hugh's curse if I defeat you?"
"Perhaps... so now, how about putting in a little more effort?"
You let out a swear, frustration coursing through your veins as you launch another attack at her. She easily fends it off.
"Oh?" She smirks. "Is this everything you've got? Pathetic."
She blasts her own attack at you, as you cry out in pain and collapse. Get up, you tell yourself. You have to keep fighting.
"If you keep wasting time, your brother will die."
"....."
"You're weak! How can you hope to change your fate with so little power?"
"Damn it..."
She isn't wrong. This is everything you have, and it's still not enough. And so, despite knowing you shouldn't, a part of you can't help but lament. (If only I could also control the power of corruption...)
And then, it's as if you're in a dream. In the recesses of your mind, your bloodâa voice echoes.
I have heeded your call. Answer me. Why do you seek power?
(I... I want the power to change my own destiny.)
Change your destiny? A good answer. Feel my power running through you then, o he who tries to change his destiny.
Whether you can master it, or whether you are consumed by it... all is up to you now. You are nowâ
âcapable of deciding your own fate.
With that, a surge of emotions rushes through you. Anger, hate, sorrow... they assail you as if you're in a waking nightmare. Crying for vengeance, bloody justice; gushing into your heart; compelling you to destroy everything you set your eyes on. If you let your guard down for even a moment, they'll take a hold of you—
it's sibling issues up the wazoo here, apparently.]
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Which is to say, Sakyou's on his feet before he can even think, nearly knocking the chair over, because so many of those feelings resonate so deeply with him even in a foreign memory. In those few moments, living the life of another, he would have done anything to save his brother. And now, as a person living for the sake of his dead sister - his dead family - he can still feel those emotions too clearly.
The rest, too - the anger and hate and sorrow - aren't unfamiliar. He lives with those emotions every day of his life. The first two more than sorrow; sorrow takes up so much room in one's heart. But isn't it a terrible thing to be plagued by? To carry that weight? Especially if it isn't truly your own to bear.
In a blink, he's back to himself, back to this unfamiliar room instead of that unfamiliar world.
...He's quick to turn from Chad, just in case the ugliness of those lingering feelings manifests in his expression. It's a foreign memory for both of them, after all. He doesn't need to make things worse.]
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chad doesn't even know how to react this memory that is definitely not his, but granted, he's never really sure how to give an emotional reaction in general. sakyou, on the other hand, looks like he's mclosing it just a tad, so—]
... Are you all right?
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...I am. [...] I apologize. My-- [A beat.] ...If anything like that had ever happened to my sister, I would have done the same. Just thinking about it makes me angry.
[Big Mood. He isn't specifically addressing it like it's Chad's memory, though; just not claiming ownership of it. That ain't his trauma! He's got enough!]
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[... that's more vulnerability than he'd normally show, but maybe he's shaken by it after all. anyway, good thing that definitely wasn't about his sibling!]
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At least this vulnerability gives him a good segue so they can run fastly from bad memories!]
...Will you tell me a little about him?
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... What do you want to know about him?
[oh god how do people do small talk]
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Anything you'd like to say, really. The sort of person he is, the things he likes... What he's doing now, while you're here.
[Even if some things will probably be fake, he's sure others may hold true.]
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He's working right now, since we're supporting ourselves. [sakyou's seen his application, he knows chad lives the parent-less life...] ... He's loud and obnoxious.
[said so tiredly but in that secretly fond sort of way.]
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There's a little twitch of a barely-there smile for a second. Prickly exhausted fools who love their siblings...]
He's your older sibling, yes? By how many years...?
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[which is to say jan has no idea and wouldn't even be surprised if they were twins or something but shrugs aggressively]
He's rather proud of his status as the elder, though.
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That sounds like something someone who's only older by a small margin would do. [That smug "I got a year on you binch" vibe...]
You must be very close though, in that case.
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... Well, we're family.
[and all they have in the world.]
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Family is the most precious thing. ...I hope that the two of you can take care of each other for a long time to come.
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there's a long silence, and something akin to unease flickers across his face, before he shoves it down.]
... Thanks.
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Time to move on and pretend that didn't happen.]
May I ask his name?
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Clark.
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glad that you had to make up a 4kids name for this other dude too though unless it actually is clark in which case i'll lose my shit I MEAN I SURE WASNT EXPECTING HUGO]
It would be nice if we could meet him properly, someday.
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Well, it's not likely. Travel is expensive.
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Well, you're not wrong about that. It must be difficult for you, though... You at least get to visit on breaks, yes?
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