[there is a soft period of silence, and mikazuki seems to be weighing his options on how much exactly he wants to say.
but he supposes if it is to a dying man - ]
... I suppose you could say that my work involves the flow of time - knowing how it must be, ensuring its course.
However as I am meant to return to the same eras again and each time, there are a few familiar faces... Friends that I have made in times long ago, though they may lack recollection - if only because to them, we have never met.
And yet I carry promises that we have made - to honor my memory, and theirs.
[Sieghart is quiet as he considers this revelation. It's different from what he expected, but he finds himself more understanding of this than his earlier impression. Melancholia trickles in unbidden.
Does that make it any less lonesome?
If only he could turn back time . . . ]
It doesn't matter how much of those memories are lost. Some promises never fade.
[He may speak lightly, but he doesn't make his promises the same way. No matter how much shame consumes him from the inside . . . ]
Even if I forget, I won't stop until we meet again.
comes back to this crusty tag bc i've had it open for a week
[ . . . he laughs faintly at that - though even that comes with a touch of sorrow, intermingling with amusement. in the end, mikazuki rarely finds himself believing in words. they could, at any moment, become lies.
no matter the hopes of those who utter them.
and yet, even knowing this...]
... then I shall await that day, until I might greet you, my friend.
Do let me know if there is anything you would like me to bring you upon our reunion. Even one such as myself might be able to manage something like that.
[Perhaps, most of all, from someone like this. Dimly, he's reminded of warmer days before everything became unbearably hot. People like this one have already given more than enough.
He huffs quietly. If only such a day can be shared by everyone.]
But . . . if you're offering, I wouldn't say no to chocolate.
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Is it because I was born mortal? My thoughts are different. After I acquired immortality, I gave up meeting the same people more than once.
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but he supposes if it is to a dying man - ]
... I suppose you could say that my work involves the flow of time - knowing how it must be, ensuring its course.
However as I am meant to return to the same eras again and each time, there are a few familiar faces... Friends that I have made in times long ago, though they may lack recollection - if only because to them, we have never met.
And yet I carry promises that we have made - to honor my memory, and theirs.
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Does that make it any less lonesome?
If only he could turn back time . . . ]
It doesn't matter how much of those memories are lost. Some promises never fade.
[He may speak lightly, but he doesn't make his promises the same way. No matter how much shame consumes him from the inside . . . ]
Even if I forget, I won't stop until we meet again.
comes back to this crusty tag bc i've had it open for a week
no matter the hopes of those who utter them.
and yet, even knowing this...]
... then I shall await that day, until I might greet you, my friend.
Do let me know if there is anything you would like me to bring you upon our reunion. Even one such as myself might be able to manage something like that.
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[Perhaps, most of all, from someone like this. Dimly, he's reminded of warmer days before everything became unbearably hot. People like this one have already given more than enough.
He huffs quietly. If only such a day can be shared by everyone.]
But . . . if you're offering, I wouldn't say no to chocolate.