Back to that question... [ She laughs a bit. It makes things feel a little lighter. ] How am I supposed to argue? I feel terrible when I see you all come back from those trips, so it must be the same in reverse.
... Have you felt you've grown close to anyone here, Mister Lesage? Any friends?
There are some I am fortunate enough to call my friends. [ ... ] Amalthea... now that you have remembered yourself, has it changed what it is you seek?
... I want you all to get off this ship and I don't think I'll be space traveling anytime soon. [ That's the immediate want. ] What I want is still the same. I want to see him again.
[ IS THIS STILL MEMSHARE WEEK did you want a memory. ]
I've been calling him my master to people here, which isn't wrong. He was the son of the family I served as an abigail, but...
[ They get voided into memory dimension. ]
... She said you could see him again, didn't she? As you clutched onto the scarlet fabric, crying into it, heart broken into pieces, all you want is to see him again. Michel. Michel... Come back to me.
The witch, Morgana, whispered into your ear—he can return, in the next life. He will take on the same appearance, be drawn to this manor, and you two can be reunited. You two can live a happier life. You two can escape tragedy. You only needed to accept this pact to be a witch's guide, her company, for all eternity. You didn't hesitate, not even a second.
And so your journey to eternity begins as the Maid. Death comes for you and yet you find yourself animated—it must be the curse of this manor or the pact of the witch, so you press on. He'll come for you. All you need to do is wait.
... You wait hundreds of years in between and he would show. With his white hair, red eyes, you think it would be him. It doesn't matter if his form was a young girl's, Michel returned. You can feel your heart quicken and life return to you. Michel... Michel. You're finally here.
"My name is Michelle."
Fretfully and full of excitement, you approach him, ask him if he remembered you, and he... Doesn't. It hurt. You've waited for him so long and he doesn't remember you. You watch him create a new story with the men you serve instead. Morgana taunts you in the estate's shadows, keeping you "company" during the times where you spend waiting in the darkness for the manor to surface into the living world once more. You hold onto hope. Michel will return and he will remember you. He returned once already.
He appears again and again... Without any recollection of your lives together or the love you two once shared, you watch him fall in love with someone else and watch him become tangled in tragedy each time.
Between the years you spend waiting for him, you begin to forget the sound of his voice and the happy memories that drove you to this edge. No, you let yourself forget because it has been too painful. You abandon your name. You abandon your heart. With resentment and sorrow, you stop waiting for him.
Your name is Morgana, the witch of the manor, and you're waiting for your master, the white-haired girl named Michelle. You are to spend eternity together. This is now your truth.
[ MAID CHAN!!! dion is so not physically affection but... shifts closer so that he can put a hand on her shoulder and let her lean closer to him if she wishes ]
There is no need to hide your hurt. I cannot blame you cutting away that part of your memories. [ ... ] Too often does it feel impossible to continue living with such grief.
[ Oh, no, Dion.... Her shoulders draw up from the touch, stiff, but she caves... She will hide into his gay shoulder. She won't cry as much, but sometimes you love someone so much and it survives after your body turns into something different and horrific. ]
... It does, but in the end I still love him. [ my life is a vidya heterosexual circus ] And now my resolution is stronger than before. I want to see him.
I am glad for it. If there is any way in which I can assist, you need only say the word.
[ But okay. Let's take sweet Amalthea to the Hideaway.
Harpocrates was one of the few people who cared for you as a person, rather than a prince or a Dominant. As a child, he had always seemed to contain more wisdom than all of Castle Whitewrym's libraries combined, while treating you as gently as a gardener treats their blooms.
You always wished that you could've learned more from him, but battle awaited.
Harpocrates only knew you as a child, and had left Oriflamme before he could ever see you grow into an adult. And because of that, it's difficult to face him now. You have disappointed so many people in your life, but they had all remained faceless. Nothing but screams and jeers to torment your nightmares.
You hadn't needed to look any of them in the eye.
And yet, as if it were twenty years prior, he treats you with kindness still. You can tell he still has faith in you, believes in you, and it breaks your heart knowing you will disappoint him once more.
... You cannot take this flower because you will not return from Origin.
Though the ache that stems from wishing you could lingers, even as the memory fades. ]
Your support has been more than enough, Mister Lesage. Maybe more than I deserve.
[ She laughs a bit into his shoulder, but then the memory. Damn... Harpocrates and Dion really make me so sad. To feel you are undeserving of kindness. She doesn't know where Dion's sorrow and desire for atonement stems from, but she feels for him nevertheless. ]
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Had you been changed? Why?
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I had to face memories I wanted to forget on the mission. Painful ones that I locked away for so long so they couldn't hurt me...
It's—not important, so don't worry about me.
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... That certainly sounds like cause for worry, my friend. Perhaps you ought to sit. [ they can be in the rec room ] Are you physically uninjured?
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[ She smiles at that and does sit down. Rec room time. ]
I wish there was more we could do for all of you. Maybe we shouldn't bring you all onto those missions.
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You must have grown close with the crew, no? I am sure they would not want for you to face these trials alone.
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... Have you felt you've grown close to anyone here, Mister Lesage? Any friends?
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There are some I am fortunate enough to call my friends. [ ... ] Amalthea... now that you have remembered yourself, has it changed what it is you seek?
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[ IS THIS STILL MEMSHARE WEEK did you want a memory. ]
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[ YEAH GIMME ]
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[ They get voided into memory dimension. ]
The witch, Morgana, whispered into your ear—he can return, in the next life. He will take on the same appearance, be drawn to this manor, and you two can be reunited. You two can live a happier life. You two can escape tragedy. You only needed to accept this pact to be a witch's guide, her company, for all eternity. You didn't hesitate, not even a second.
And so your journey to eternity begins as the Maid. Death comes for you and yet you find yourself animated—it must be the curse of this manor or the pact of the witch, so you press on. He'll come for you. All you need to do is wait.
... You wait hundreds of years in between and he would show. With his white hair, red eyes, you think it would be him. It doesn't matter if his form was a young girl's, Michel returned. You can feel your heart quicken and life return to you. Michel... Michel. You're finally here.
"My name is Michelle."
Fretfully and full of excitement, you approach him, ask him if he remembered you, and he... Doesn't. It hurt. You've waited for him so long and he doesn't remember you. You watch him create a new story with the men you serve instead. Morgana taunts you in the estate's shadows, keeping you "company" during the times where you spend waiting in the darkness for the manor to surface into the living world once more. You hold onto hope. Michel will return and he will remember you. He returned once already.
He appears again and again... Without any recollection of your lives together or the love you two once shared, you watch him fall in love with someone else and watch him become tangled in tragedy each time.
Between the years you spend waiting for him, you begin to forget the sound of his voice and the happy memories that drove you to this edge. No, you let yourself forget because it has been too painful. You abandon your name. You abandon your heart. With resentment and sorrow, you stop waiting for him.
Your name is Morgana, the witch of the manor, and you're waiting for your master, the white-haired girl named Michelle. You are to spend eternity together. This is now your truth.
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dion is so sad about this. ]
So the memories that you had hidden, they were the ones with your lover?
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[ She tears up a bit because recovering her memory happened so recently to her... quickly, she wipes her tears. ]
Sorry... I'm okay.
[ LOVE IS PAINFUL. ]
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There is no need to hide your hurt. I cannot blame you cutting away that part of your memories. [ ... ] Too often does it feel impossible to continue living with such grief.
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... It does, but in the end I still love him. [ my life is a vidya heterosexual circus ] And now my resolution is stronger than before. I want to see him.
[ where is my memory ]
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I am glad for it. If there is any way in which I can assist, you need only say the word.
[ But okay. Let's take sweet Amalthea to the Hideaway.
You always wished that you could've learned more from him, but battle awaited.
Harpocrates only knew you as a child, and had left Oriflamme before he could ever see you grow into an adult. And because of that, it's difficult to face him now. You have disappointed so many people in your life, but they had all remained faceless. Nothing but screams and jeers to torment your nightmares.
You hadn't needed to look any of them in the eye.
And yet, as if it were twenty years prior, he treats you with kindness still. You can tell he still has faith in you, believes in you, and it breaks your heart knowing you will disappoint him once more.
... You cannot take this flower because you will not return from Origin.
Though the ache that stems from wishing you could lingers, even as the memory fades. ]
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Your support has been more than enough, Mister Lesage. Maybe more than I deserve.
[ She laughs a bit into his shoulder, but then the memory. Damn... Harpocrates and Dion really make me so sad. To feel you are undeserving of kindness. She doesn't know where Dion's sorrow and desire for atonement stems from, but she feels for him nevertheless. ]
... Do you plan to return?
[ Do you return? ]
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anyway, he gives her an awkward smile, chest a little tight at the sight of harpocrates' gentle demeanour and nostalgic voice ]
I do not seek death, but I plan to give our final fight every last bit of strength that I possess.
[ so probably not! ]
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Her lips press into a thin line as she ponders, wondering if she should say anything. ]
... You know, that sounds almost the same.
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There are some causes worth dying for, I suppose. I would not prioritize my life over victory.
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[ puppy dog eyes ]
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... No. Not anymore.
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[ DECIDES FOR HIM and she doesn't know his fate at all, so she's going to stay positive. ]
Put your all into it so you can return to them, Mister Lesage!