A kiss would kill her, Mister Nodd. The curse is at the touch of his fingertips. All he touches... End.
[ A tragedy, honestly. ]
These are good answers. Let's see...
[ ... You remove the curse... And you remove the witch that cursed the man. In this story you changed, they can embrace now. In a warm embrace, the girl sheds tear of happiness and so does the man. ]
... My master may not know it, but in this story you have given her happiness. [ It really is literal, isn't it? Amalthea is back to watching this story, incredibly immersed in it. Of course she would be, she has vested interest—she's connected to it. ] You have saved them once.
[ Days pass as they watch the story of the white-haired pair. They watch them eat together, the man mentioning he doesn't like parsnips and the girl saying he should eat them... They watch a scene where he's surprised to know she reads. Women are often not taught to in this time period, but this means they can read the many books lining the shelves of a dark library in the manor.
... This manor they live in, it's familiar isn't it? Not too unlike the place you all are in now.
But the story continues—happiness is only a moment. Knights who wave the banner of God over their heads appear. They start ramming the door while the pair climb the stairs of a connected tower. This is where the man locks the girl in the room with a metal door and tells her she has to live.
He doesn't survive, skewered and bloodied. The girl, left crying, is met by a witch—who looks exactly like Amalthea. Here, they create a pact. As her guide, she promises her new Master company with every reincarnation. She won't be alone. ]
I wonder how we should change this?
[ But as the three of them consider this story, the image of the white-haired girl in their minds distort. Instead, who they remember in her place is a woman with black hair and green eyes, very similar to Amalthea. No matter how hard they try to remember the white-haired girl, they remember this woman instead.
As if this is her story, not the white-haired girl's. Amalthea doesn't react. ]
[ Yuri frowns. There's some sort of mental interference that she doesn't like, but she certainly remembers someone similar to Amalthea to replace the white haired girl.
But she also didn't expect it to be changed based on their suggestion, so-- ]
[Her jaw's locked tight. There's something wrong with the memories here. A doubling up. The girl just doesn't feel right any longer, and the story took a terrible turn after their change.
But would the knights have come if they hadn't been able to touch? Did one shift beget the other? And what's with the Amalthea of this story? Is she a witch in truth, or is this just reflections from their own minds, distorting everything?]
Make it so that no one is afraid of them. They've done nothing wrong, they just look a little different.
[ The knights never come, no one fears the man any longer... And the woman with black hair doesn't make the pact with the witch. She doesn't accept the witch's offer to guarantee she meets her beloved in every lifetime. She doesn't suffer thousands of years waiting for him.
She doesn't forget him—her memory doesn't deteriorate where she mistakes him for a girl with white hair and red eyes.
The woman with black hair and the man with white live happily ever after, sailing somewhere far away. Adventure calls for them.
... Amalthea smiles. ]
What a beautiful ending... The white-haired girl would be so grateful to you three.
[ She doesn't see. It's like she's actively rejecting what's in front of them. The memories of this woman with black hair like Amalthea's, green eyes like Amalthea's, are so clear they are undeniable and yet she doesn't see it.
The darkness surrounding them becomes darker, deeper. The void is taking them in. It tries to swallow these memories and throw them away. It tries to paint them over. This denial... It's going to swallow them whole. ]
[ it's something nodd has accepted. memshare week has been/will be an exercise in continued acceptance. he sees this false joy writhing, decaying. everybody loves a happy ending, but nobody wants it faked. ]
Where's the white-haired girl, Amalthea? What's her real name?
[ all this hand holding--don't make him drop his candle. ]
... What's wrong? [ To Nodd: ] My master's name is Michelle.
[ She doesn't see it yet she grasps Rosamund's hand tightly in concern. But then her own appearance changes in short cuts, small blips... It's that woman with black hair, green eyes. They are the same. ]
... What are you all talking about? My name—is Morgana.
[ But no. Morgana is the witch's name. Michelle sounds very similar to the name of the man, Michel. You three who have seen this story come to realize that.
And her name.... Her name is none of those.
With rejection, with denial, despite how there's recognition and epiphany found in her eyes, the dark swallows them up before they can do more. It's like this manor speaks to her emotions—she doesn't want to see it. She doesn't want to face it. Not now.
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he listens to each of his companions respond. considers. ]
Don't kisses usually work?
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[ A tragedy, honestly. ]
These are good answers. Let's see...
[ ... You remove the curse... And you remove the witch that cursed the man. In this story you changed, they can embrace now. In a warm embrace, the girl sheds tear of happiness and so does the man. ]
... My master may not know it, but in this story you have given her happiness. [ It really is literal, isn't it? Amalthea is back to watching this story, incredibly immersed in it. Of course she would be, she has vested interest—she's connected to it. ] You have saved them once.
[ Days pass as they watch the story of the white-haired pair. They watch them eat together, the man mentioning he doesn't like parsnips and the girl saying he should eat them... They watch a scene where he's surprised to know she reads. Women are often not taught to in this time period, but this means they can read the many books lining the shelves of a dark library in the manor.
... This manor they live in, it's familiar isn't it? Not too unlike the place you all are in now.
But the story continues—happiness is only a moment. Knights who wave the banner of God over their heads appear. They start ramming the door while the pair climb the stairs of a connected tower. This is where the man locks the girl in the room with a metal door and tells her she has to live.
He doesn't survive, skewered and bloodied. The girl, left crying, is met by a witch—who looks exactly like Amalthea. Here, they create a pact. As her guide, she promises her new Master company with every reincarnation. She won't be alone. ]
I wonder how we should change this?
[ But as the three of them consider this story, the image of the white-haired girl in their minds distort. Instead, who they remember in her place is a woman with black hair and green eyes, very similar to Amalthea. No matter how hard they try to remember the white-haired girl, they remember this woman instead.
As if this is her story, not the white-haired girl's. Amalthea doesn't react. ]
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But she also didn't expect it to be changed based on their suggestion, so-- ]
The knights never come.
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But would the knights have come if they hadn't been able to touch? Did one shift beget the other? And what's with the Amalthea of this story? Is she a witch in truth, or is this just reflections from their own minds, distorting everything?]
Make it so that no one is afraid of them. They've done nothing wrong, they just look a little different.
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What it is it about gods and witches?
[ he doesn't let the questions hang there for long. ]
Right. Forget the tower. They could have sailed away somewhere better, instead.
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She doesn't forget him—her memory doesn't deteriorate where she mistakes him for a girl with white hair and red eyes.
The woman with black hair and the man with white live happily ever after, sailing somewhere far away. Adventure calls for them.
... Amalthea smiles. ]
What a beautiful ending... The white-haired girl would be so grateful to you three.
[ She doesn't see. It's like she's actively rejecting what's in front of them. The memories of this woman with black hair like Amalthea's, green eyes like Amalthea's, are so clear they are undeniable and yet she doesn't see it.
The darkness surrounding them becomes darker, deeper. The void is taking them in. It tries to swallow these memories and throw them away. It tries to paint them over. This denial... It's going to swallow them whole. ]
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She holds onto Rosamund and Nodd's hands very tightly. She would prepare her gun, but she doesn't have more than two hands. Alas. ]
Amalthea, what's...
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Is it rejecting all this? Because it isn't true?
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[ it's something nodd has accepted. memshare week has been/will be an exercise in continued acceptance. he sees this false joy writhing, decaying. everybody loves a happy ending, but nobody wants it faked. ]
Where's the white-haired girl, Amalthea? What's her real name?
[ all this hand holding--don't make him drop his candle. ]
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... What's wrong? [ To Nodd: ] My master's name is Michelle.
[ She doesn't see it yet she grasps Rosamund's hand tightly in concern. But then her own appearance changes in short cuts, small blips... It's that woman with black hair, green eyes. They are the same. ]
I have to lock it away. I can't... I can't.
[ They're whispers she can't herself hear. ]
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When she doesn't see Amalthea react to that, she looks over at Nodd and Rosamund. You guys seeing this shit?? ]
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Almathea — I don't think you're remembering this correctly. I think that girl was you. Right?
[She looks to the others.]
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[ he gently disentangles his hand. he wants to approach their dear senior officer. ]
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... What are you all talking about? My name—is Morgana.
[ But no. Morgana is the witch's name. Michelle sounds very similar to the name of the man, Michel. You three who have seen this story come to realize that.
And her name.... Her name is none of those.
With rejection, with denial, despite how there's recognition and epiphany found in her eyes, the dark swallows them up before they can do more. It's like this manor speaks to her emotions—she doesn't want to see it. She doesn't want to face it. Not now.
They're taken elsewhere in the manor, in front of a new door. ]