There's a note of fondness in Yu's expression when he sees Avalon, even with circumstances being what they are. Still, his mouth is set in a thoughtful line as his eyes scan the area again.
"I agree," he says after a moment, hands on his hips. "No witnesses, no evidence of vandalism..."
It bothers him in a way he can't quite put a finger on just yet. He's not glad that things are going missing, but he is glad he's not the only one who's noticed.
"You said smaller things-- like what? Anything we should be looking for?"
Avalon smiles a little, but the expression fades quickly. “Then it must have just vanished.” The warmth that had flooded their chest when they saw Yu is pierced by a sense of unease, strong but fleeting.
“A vase at the inn, and a patron’s wallet,” they answer. “I guess someone could have stolen both, but if the sign is simply gone I expect those things could be, too.”
Vanished... The sense of unease Yu is feeling begins to increase. Something within him deeply, deeply refuses to accept that as an answer. He can't say why; usually, he's pretty open-minded about strange things. It was fairly easy for him to accept--
... Accept what? Something was on the tip of his tongue, but-- it's gone immediately.
"Things can't just...vanish," he asserts, and then after a pause adds, "...can they? They have to be somewhere."
“Everything seems odd, almost as if reality were glitching.” They think of the journal that they had picked up earlier that day, how it had shown them a glimpse of someone who could not possibly be them. Somehow, part of them is certain that the creature in the vision was them.
"'Glitching,'" Yu repeats, but the incredulity in his tone is almost entirely eclipsed by a feeling of worry that comes with the idea. And yet...it would explain things, wouldn't it? Things going missing, and...everything else.
Speaking of that...
He worries his bottom lip for a moment, trying to work out how he wants to ask what he wants to ask. No one wants their partner to think they're a lunatic, after all.
"You haven't been having any...weird dreams, have you? Things that seem more like memories?"
Instinct... There is something about the use of that word that Yu resonates with, almost alarmingly so, and he didn't realize it until he heard Avalon say as much. The creatures he's seen in his own dreams, the people he regarded as friends...
I am thou. Thou art I.
Is it the same type of instinct, calling him to regard that voice that keeps ringing in his head...?
"I think I understand," he says after a moment. "... As much as I can understand any of this, anyway. None of it really makes sense, does it? All of these things we've been seeing..." A frown. How to word it...? "They seem too fantastical to be real."
Instinct is telling them to believe in the existence of a dark, endless place that is penetrated by emotions. Instinct is telling them to believe that they can transform into anything that they can visualize, that their bracelet is a record of everyone they have killed.
“Everything that happens in the visions should be impossible, but it all feels like it could be real.” They reach for Yu’s hand automatically, looking for comfort, looking for stability. The beads curling up their arm suddenly feel much heavier than they really are. What would Yu think if he knew what the other version of them has done? Could they have killed that many people?
Avalon looks down, unable to meet Yu’s eyes. “The creature in my visions is … not like me. I’m not sure if I want them to be real.”
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"I agree," he says after a moment, hands on his hips. "No witnesses, no evidence of vandalism..."
It bothers him in a way he can't quite put a finger on just yet. He's not glad that things are going missing, but he is glad he's not the only one who's noticed.
"You said smaller things-- like what? Anything we should be looking for?"
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Avalon smiles a little, but the expression fades quickly. “Then it must have just vanished.” The warmth that had flooded their chest when they saw Yu is pierced by a sense of unease, strong but fleeting.
“A vase at the inn, and a patron’s wallet,” they answer. “I guess someone could have stolen both, but if the sign is simply gone I expect those things could be, too.”
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... Accept what? Something was on the tip of his tongue, but-- it's gone immediately.
"Things can't just...vanish," he asserts, and then after a pause adds, "...can they? They have to be somewhere."
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“Everything seems odd, almost as if reality were glitching.” They think of the journal that they had picked up earlier that day, how it had shown them a glimpse of someone who could not possibly be them. Somehow, part of them is certain that the creature in the vision was them.
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Speaking of that...
He worries his bottom lip for a moment, trying to work out how he wants to ask what he wants to ask. No one wants their partner to think they're a lunatic, after all.
"You haven't been having any...weird dreams, have you? Things that seem more like memories?"
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So others have been experiencing this, too.
“Yes, I have,” they say. “The people in them look nothing like me, but … part of me is certain that I am those people.”
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"You've been dreaming about being different people?"
They sound too certain about it for that to be a mistake...maybe Claude is right -- maybe they're seeing past lives.
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Avalon rests their hand on their bracelet, tucking the final bead into the top row. If the visions were real, it would be part of their body.
“Not exactly. The people in my dreams do not look like they could be me, but instinct tells me that they are.”
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I am thou. Thou art I.
Is it the same type of instinct, calling him to regard that voice that keeps ringing in his head...?
"I think I understand," he says after a moment. "... As much as I can understand any of this, anyway. None of it really makes sense, does it? All of these things we've been seeing..." A frown. How to word it...? "They seem too fantastical to be real."
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Instinct is telling them to believe in the existence of a dark, endless place that is penetrated by emotions. Instinct is telling them to believe that they can transform into anything that they can visualize, that their bracelet is a record of everyone they have killed.
“Everything that happens in the visions should be impossible, but it all feels like it could be real.” They reach for Yu’s hand automatically, looking for comfort, looking for stability. The beads curling up their arm suddenly feel much heavier than they really are. What would Yu think if he knew what the other version of them has done? Could they have killed that many people?
Avalon looks down, unable to meet Yu’s eyes. “The creature in my visions is … not like me. I’m not sure if I want them to be real.”