[ 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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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. ]