know it takes a lot of energy, considering that every day you spend here you aren't halfway to dying as far as hunger goes. It's interesting. You don't think hard about it.) ]
... Chara and Homura's timeloops are done, I think. [ Chara's is for sure. ] But mine's still on-going. I don't know how long it'll be until I break it either, but do you think you could "borrow" my time? Since it's limitless.
[ For now. Probably not how... that works. And he can probably do the records thing on his own. ]
(Well. Here goes nothing, sticking your nose into other people's business like you always do--) ]
I want you to split them. Jin and Yoru. If there's two souls, [ because that's how it feels to Siffrin, how disorientated Jin had seemed, ] it shouldn't be hard to place them in two separate bodies. Right? They both deserve... the chance to live, and to bond with others.
[ Not just one. Siffrin knows how it feels, splitting oneself. Even if theirs is only by replacing masks on an ever-revolving stage. ]
No. Didn't you hear me before? Soul manipulation isn't something I could do easily, let alone if it's applicable here, let alone if it's even possible.
[ the answer is immediate and firm. he's not willing to negotiate on this. ]
The knife is quiet, and might let it go on a little bit while Siffrin stews -- both in frustration of their own helplessness to aid a friend, and in what they want -- before finally. ]
... You... can manipulate memories. [ It's on the plaque. Ish recalls what Siffrin said earlier, doesn't he? About memories, and what exists regardless. ] Does that include... remembering what's been forgotten? It's more like a block than anything, if that helps.
[ (You
want to remember them, even if you're the only one, you...) ]
I want to remember colors. So I can see them again.
[ (You could have asked for your home, your people. Something to return to.
But that wouldn't feel fair to everyone else, who grasp at the very edges of what they barely recall. You'd be alone in a whole different sense. No one to talk to, to say the name with, to sing the songs and see the island across the sea. You... have to move forward.) ]
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know it takes a lot of energy, considering that every day you spend here you aren't halfway to dying as far as hunger goes. It's interesting. You don't think hard about it.) ]
... Chara and Homura's timeloops are done, I think. [ Chara's is for sure. ] But mine's still on-going. I don't know how long it'll be until I break it either, but do you think you could "borrow" my time? Since it's limitless.
[ For now. Probably not how... that works. And he can probably do the records thing on his own. ]
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[ read: A LOT. ]
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Think it's a good enough offer for a big, big favor?
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(Well. Here goes nothing, sticking your nose into other people's business like you always do--) ]
I want you to split them. Jin and Yoru. If there's two souls, [ because that's how it feels to Siffrin, how disorientated Jin had seemed, ] it shouldn't be hard to place them in two separate bodies. Right? They both deserve... the chance to live, and to bond with others.
[ Not just one. Siffrin knows how it feels, splitting oneself. Even if theirs is only by replacing masks on an ever-revolving stage. ]
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[ the answer is immediate and firm. he's not willing to negotiate on this. ]
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Can you do anything for them?
[ They can speak in solid terms once he has a better idea. ]
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[ be selfish siffrin!!! ]
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...
You...
... ... ...)
The knife is quiet, and might let it go on a little bit while Siffrin stews -- both in frustration of their own helplessness to aid a friend, and in what they want -- before finally. ]
... You... can manipulate memories. [ It's on the plaque. Ish recalls what Siffrin said earlier, doesn't he? About memories, and what exists regardless. ] Does that include... remembering what's been forgotten? It's more like a block than anything, if that helps.
[ (You
want to remember them, even if you're the only one, you...) ]
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Remembering things, forgetting things, it's all easy enough for me to do.
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I want to remember colors. So I can see them again.
[ (You could have asked for your home, your people. Something to return to.
But that wouldn't feel fair to everyone else, who grasp at the very edges of what they barely recall. You'd be alone in a whole different sense. No one to talk to, to say the name with, to sing the songs and see the island across the sea. You... have to move forward.) ]
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[ he is so very purple.... ]