[ well. the memory sure is an answer in and of itself. "there's a bigger prize i'm after" and the rush of it all, the pain, the anger, that man makes them furious, their knuckles white in sympathy. all the while, the tear returns pain in kind, though perhaps differently (from 33:56 to 47:07).
softly, barely, and a little hoarse: ]
Baiken... [ no pity, just... sadness. for it being bared at all. it's a pain that thebe can only imagine is not unlike a wound, savage, forever, tight on your skin with scar tissue. ]
[ she doesn't answer at first, not wanting to delve back into her feelings on the matter. it's hard to feel vulnerable, so she's made sure that she never has to be ever again. a lifetime of pain and fury born from her grief. no matter what she does - it won't bring her parents back. or her eye, or her arm. she can live without the latter two. well... she's had to live without it all anyway. she's long given up on fantasizing about what her life would be like if her home had never been destroyed and her parents were still alive. she's a hollowed out husk of a person, only living for revenge. it's not a good life.
the acuteness of thebe's own despairing memory reaches her, though. the sudden, tragic loss. it puts a few things into perspective but... it's the same thing: nothing will change the past, and how much it hurts. there will always be a wound from where their loved ones used to be. ]
[ a shake of the head, slowly. it's all so vulnerable, every moment shared like this. they give a long, long pause between puffs from their cigarette. pain so deep, that's had such a long time to take root and spread - you don't just rip it up easily and start all over.
quickly, they smear the heel of their hand over their eye. ]
It's always someone else's turn at some point... for things to be unfair. It can be early, it can be late... but it happens.
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Learned some things about some people here, but it doesn't really matter. Only a few more weeks of this.
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[ tilting head ]
Does it lack purpose for you?
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[ the short answer is yes. the long answer is considerably more complicated. ]
It's not something I care to focus on. There's a bigger prize that I'm after.
[ and of course, the void comes for us all, so thebe will get a memory. ]
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softly, barely, and a little hoarse: ]
Baiken... [ no pity, just... sadness. for it being bared at all. it's a pain that thebe can only imagine is not unlike a wound, savage, forever, tight on your skin with scar tissue. ]
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the acuteness of thebe's own despairing memory reaches her, though. the sudden, tragic loss. it puts a few things into perspective but... it's the same thing: nothing will change the past, and how much it hurts. there will always be a wound from where their loved ones used to be. ]
Pretty unfair, isn't it?
[ and she takes a drink. ]
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quickly, they smear the heel of their hand over their eye. ]
It's always someone else's turn at some point... for things to be unfair. It can be early, it can be late... but it happens.
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[ baiken isn't, though. she knows she's the last person to give advice on how to cope. ]
...I'm not going to tell anyone if you need to cry.
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... I am so tired of crying.
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[ which. you do not. ]
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