[ 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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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. ]