[That should be a relief. Somehow, it feels more...foreboding, like they're on the cusp of something they can never come back from.]
That's true, [his tone is thoughtful as he makes that quiet admission. And truly, there is something a little familiar in the idea; he's lived in Aldrip for most of his life, but somehow, it just feels...expected, going to different places like that. Like he should be used to it.
I am thou. His hand itches to-- to what? To call on something, to pull something into existence.]
Of the soul, maybe. [He says it with a confidence he can't source, like it only makes sense. But Claude makes an interesting point.] Maybe there's something to that. When you read about gods in myths and stories...maybe that's what they are in the first place. Aspects of humanity.
[It's a weird thought, but...it doesn't feel wrong, either. Not entirely. He huffs out a soft laugh.]
I certainly wasn't expecting them to appear in a playing card, though.
[ Claude frowns at Yu. The spirit and the soul seem so close that they should almost be indistinguishable from each other. He doesn't think that this kid is saying that from a place of religious zealotry, though, nor does he think that he's saying it from a place of someone who enjoys nitpicking other people's words. No, it's as though he's remembering something.
Past lives, or future lives, coming home to roost. Claude can understand that, at least partway. But what he can't understand is why, and why all at once. Are they being prepared for some great threat? Will they become these other selves, or regain those horrible memories? Or is it for no reason at all beyond some sort of magical mistake? He inspects Yu above his bridged fingers. ]
You did more than remember the image. You remember what's behind it too, don't you? Deep down. You know enough to have a hunch as to what it could be. [ It's all just speculation, of course. But that's what it feels like. ]
The card is what gave you the memory, right? Maybe they're connected. The one I saw was connected to some sort of war banner, I think. [ He holds up his deck of cards. ]
Do you want to see more of these visions? Or would you rather run away from them?
[The distinction feels meaningful, somehow, in a way that Yu can't quite place. Spirit feels so personal, so individual, and this...whatever this creature is, it comes from something deeper. Like the depths of the ocean -- a sea of...
His eyes flick back to Claude, although he doesn't remember looking back down at the cards, and he nods at the man's speculation. It's right on the money; Yu is close to something. As if he's forgotten something and it's just there at the tip of his tongue. If he can just follow those thoughts, see it through to the very end, he'll figure it out. What's there at the end of that trail? What's waiting for him?
But it's the question that gives him pause.]
I don't, [he admits, because it's the truth, and it doesn't feel right to lie in this case.] If I keep seeing them...I'm afraid of what will happen.
[The life he's carefully cultivated here, the relationships, bonds -- will they still be there if he follows this path? Will he be destroying something he can never get back? And yet...]
... I don't like to run away from things, either, though.
[Running away just feels-- wrong, somehow. His eyes move to the cards, wary and thoughtful.]
Me? [ Claude keeps the card in between two fingers, looking for the world the dealer of fate and mischief that others believe him to be. The thin edge of the card slices through the air as he gestures, as deadly as a knife. ]
I've been running as quickly as I can towards these visions of ours. Not knowing is where danger lies. Living in happy ignorance only lasts so long, and at the end of the day, that very same ignorance won't save you for when the inevitable happens. Rather, it simply makes it harder.
[ His own baggage has made that choice easy. He's not happy here. He's doing well enough; he has financial security, a roof above his head, people to warm his bed, company in the quiet night, but he's not content. The flashes of this other life he keeps seeing are grim, but exciting, filled with more purpose than his aimlessly wandering days. ]
I know what these visions mean as much as you do. It could be I'm just hurtling straight into a trap. [ He places the card - the Joker - face down between them. ] Ultimately, it's up to you.
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That's true, [his tone is thoughtful as he makes that quiet admission. And truly, there is something a little familiar in the idea; he's lived in Aldrip for most of his life, but somehow, it just feels...expected, going to different places like that. Like he should be used to it.
I am thou. His hand itches to-- to what? To call on something, to pull something into existence.]
Of the soul, maybe. [He says it with a confidence he can't source, like it only makes sense. But Claude makes an interesting point.] Maybe there's something to that. When you read about gods in myths and stories...maybe that's what they are in the first place. Aspects of humanity.
[It's a weird thought, but...it doesn't feel wrong, either. Not entirely. He huffs out a soft laugh.]
I certainly wasn't expecting them to appear in a playing card, though.
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Past lives, or future lives, coming home to roost. Claude can understand that, at least partway. But what he can't understand is why, and why all at once. Are they being prepared for some great threat? Will they become these other selves, or regain those horrible memories? Or is it for no reason at all beyond some sort of magical mistake? He inspects Yu above his bridged fingers. ]
You did more than remember the image. You remember what's behind it too, don't you? Deep down. You know enough to have a hunch as to what it could be. [ It's all just speculation, of course. But that's what it feels like. ]
The card is what gave you the memory, right? Maybe they're connected. The one I saw was connected to some sort of war banner, I think. [ He holds up his deck of cards. ]
Do you want to see more of these visions? Or would you rather run away from them?
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His eyes flick back to Claude, although he doesn't remember looking back down at the cards, and he nods at the man's speculation. It's right on the money; Yu is close to something. As if he's forgotten something and it's just there at the tip of his tongue. If he can just follow those thoughts, see it through to the very end, he'll figure it out. What's there at the end of that trail? What's waiting for him?
But it's the question that gives him pause.]
I don't, [he admits, because it's the truth, and it doesn't feel right to lie in this case.] If I keep seeing them...I'm afraid of what will happen.
[The life he's carefully cultivated here, the relationships, bonds -- will they still be there if he follows this path? Will he be destroying something he can never get back? And yet...]
... I don't like to run away from things, either, though.
[Running away just feels-- wrong, somehow. His eyes move to the cards, wary and thoughtful.]
What would you do?
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I've been running as quickly as I can towards these visions of ours. Not knowing is where danger lies. Living in happy ignorance only lasts so long, and at the end of the day, that very same ignorance won't save you for when the inevitable happens. Rather, it simply makes it harder.
[ His own baggage has made that choice easy. He's not happy here. He's doing well enough; he has financial security, a roof above his head, people to warm his bed, company in the quiet night, but he's not content. The flashes of this other life he keeps seeing are grim, but exciting, filled with more purpose than his aimlessly wandering days. ]
I know what these visions mean as much as you do. It could be I'm just hurtling straight into a trap. [ He places the card - the Joker - face down between them. ] Ultimately, it's up to you.