[ It feels like a larger number to her; she's still growing accustomed to the population of a place like this after a lifetime spent in empty, lonely rooms. The implications of such a mass disappearance are already floating around in her head when she reads the next message, which subsequently puts those other considerations momentarily on hold. ]
I'm glad you're not missing either.
[ There was a beat before she worked through the strange feeling in her chest to find those words, and there's a beat after wherein she second-guesses her next ones for a variety of reasons. But the truth is, ]
I would have worried.
[ It takes less time to type, ]
Does anyone know what might have happened to them? I haven't seen anything obvious like what happened with the lake.
[ Pausing, she reads the last couple of messages over. The name 'Tuuri' is unfamiliar for obvious reasons; Naminé types out, 'I did?' and then deletes it. That doesn't bear asking, because by now she's come to realize that there's a good chance Lalli's got the right of it, and she's merely forgotten. It leaves her in an odd place, one where she knows she can trust him but she doesn't know him, not like she must have before. It prickles at her, not just because it's a cruel irony for a memory witch to lose so much of her past but because he's important, clearly, and yet she has nothing to offer him in return for the quiet sense of safety he provides. ]
Did I know her well?
[ Naminé asks, trying to stick her foot in the door while it's cracked open. Maybe she won't remember anything by learning more about what happened in Asgard, but she might learn something about him - and his cousin, too. Naminé's disheartened to find out she's forgotten even more people, but it's better to find out as much as she can now than to hurt someone else's feelings later by not recognizing them. ]
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Date: 2020-09-17 04:17 am (UTC)[ It feels like a larger number to her; she's still growing accustomed to the population of a place like this after a lifetime spent in empty, lonely rooms. The implications of such a mass disappearance are already floating around in her head when she reads the next message, which subsequently puts those other considerations momentarily on hold. ]
I'm glad you're not missing either.
[ There was a beat before she worked through the strange feeling in her chest to find those words, and there's a beat after wherein she second-guesses her next ones for a variety of reasons. But the truth is, ]
I would have worried.
[ It takes less time to type, ]
Does anyone know what might have happened to them?
I haven't seen anything obvious like what happened with the lake.
[ Pausing, she reads the last couple of messages over. The name 'Tuuri' is unfamiliar for obvious reasons; Naminé types out, 'I did?' and then deletes it. That doesn't bear asking, because by now she's come to realize that there's a good chance Lalli's got the right of it, and she's merely forgotten. It leaves her in an odd place, one where she knows she can trust him but she doesn't know him, not like she must have before. It prickles at her, not just because it's a cruel irony for a memory witch to lose so much of her past but because he's important, clearly, and yet she has nothing to offer him in return for the quiet sense of safety he provides. ]
Did I know her well?
[ Naminé asks, trying to stick her foot in the door while it's cracked open. Maybe she won't remember anything by learning more about what happened in Asgard, but she might learn something about him - and his cousin, too. Naminé's disheartened to find out she's forgotten even more people, but it's better to find out as much as she can now than to hurt someone else's feelings later by not recognizing them. ]