But you're here so. Whatever happens we'll...we'll be here together, so we'll be okay.
[His words are strained, though.]
[He's already starting to hear things, see echoes of things. A cloak and antlers moving away down a cavernous hallway that looks like it's in a palace, with a sense of relief that the figure is leaving. He's trying not to let it affect what he's saying, doing, but he isn't sure he'll be able to do that for long.]
Stuff is...it's already happening in my head.
[That sentence trails off into fear.]
But it doesn't matter because I've got you. And maybe they're... maybe they're telling the truth about whatever it is. They were trying to say people's memories got changed by something.
We already thought that something possibly made us forget something. Maybe it'll eventually make sense and we'll remember running into - into some kind of bad guy that messed with us. And it'll stop being as scary because it'll all make sense.
[Because it'll just be their lives, with some missing events they remember added in. Nothing radically different. Even if some weird memory reality blip happened, their baseline reality still has to be the same, right?]
[Even though it's...it's getting bad already. Titan, his head is starting to hurt.]
[Wait...he meant God. God, his head hurts. Why did he think "Titan"?]
We just have to -
[He sees the flash of something out of the corner of his eyes.]
[A white cloak. A flash of yellow. The colors of the haunting figure that wore his face.]
[But when he suddenly turns to look at something Eda can't see, he sees something different. Less ominous. It is...himself. Just...himself. Wearing a brown shirt and gloves, pants and boots, that kind of reminds him of a Disney character, like the woodsman from Snow White or something. Or Robin Hood.]
[The other him has bags under his eyes. He looks very sad and very tired.]
[It is too late now for him to get away. From himself. From the part of him that's been fighting to exist again, to be remembered. Because even despite the pain, the real him wants to exist. Doesn't want to be erased.]
["I know you're scared," he says, "But they locked me away and they locked them away. And this has to happen because they're worth remembering. They're worth how bad this is going to hurt. Still, I am so, so sorry."]
No. Please, I don't want -
[There's nothing he can do. His eyes roll back in his head and he goes limp, slumping against his aunt.]
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But you're here so. Whatever happens we'll...we'll be here together, so we'll be okay.
[His words are strained, though.]
[He's already starting to hear things, see echoes of things. A cloak and antlers moving away down a cavernous hallway that looks like it's in a palace, with a sense of relief that the figure is leaving. He's trying not to let it affect what he's saying, doing, but he isn't sure he'll be able to do that for long.]
Stuff is...it's already happening in my head.
[That sentence trails off into fear.]
But it doesn't matter because I've got you. And maybe they're... maybe they're telling the truth about whatever it is. They were trying to say people's memories got changed by something.
We already thought that something possibly made us forget something. Maybe it'll eventually make sense and we'll remember running into - into some kind of bad guy that messed with us. And it'll stop being as scary because it'll all make sense.
[Because it'll just be their lives, with some missing events they remember added in. Nothing radically different. Even if some weird memory reality blip happened, their baseline reality still has to be the same, right?]
[Even though it's...it's getting bad already. Titan, his head is starting to hurt.]
[Wait...he meant God. God, his head hurts. Why did he think "Titan"?]
We just have to -
[He sees the flash of something out of the corner of his eyes.]
[A white cloak. A flash of yellow. The colors of the haunting figure that wore his face.]
[But when he suddenly turns to look at something Eda can't see, he sees something different. Less ominous. It is...himself. Just...himself. Wearing a brown shirt and gloves, pants and boots, that kind of reminds him of a Disney character, like the woodsman from Snow White or something. Or Robin Hood.]
[The other him has bags under his eyes. He looks very sad and very tired.]
[It is too late now for him to get away. From himself. From the part of him that's been fighting to exist again, to be remembered. Because even despite the pain, the real him wants to exist. Doesn't want to be erased.]
["I know you're scared," he says, "But they locked me away and they locked them away. And this has to happen because they're worth remembering. They're worth how bad this is going to hurt. Still, I am so, so sorry."]
No. Please, I don't want -
[There's nothing he can do. His eyes roll back in his head and he goes limp, slumping against his aunt.]