[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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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.