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[imatreenow]

For those moments when we're in between posts and need to thread something out.

Please note the date and the type of post - action, written, or voice.

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[Action] Backdated to January 11th

[memoryboxes]

[She laughs--the sheepish kind of laugh that feels unnatural, but can't be helped.]

But all that's sort of depressing, isn't it? I'll just have to see where life takes me when I return home someday, I suppose. Until then, I've been trying to keep my life here as good as I can make it...

And remember as many people as I can!

[Action] Backdated to January 11th

[imatreenow]

[Her husband. A spark of anger. She shouldn't have to seek forgiveness from someone who betrayed her, nor does such traitorous swine deserve forgiveness from her. ...He wonders if she would forgive even that, if she knew. Even she has to have her limits... He almost wants to tell her, but he knows he shouldn't.]

Humans have committed sins far worse than forgetting others. [Especially when she had no control over it. This is his own way of telling her that the people in her life, the ones who mattered, would surely forgive her.]

[Action] Backdated to January 11th

[memoryboxes]

[She catches onto that fact quickly enough.]

... Thank you. For dealing with me and everything. [a laugh] I hope I didn't give you too much grief while you were here. I know it's a pretty... strange living environment.

[The sticky notes, they're a bit much, aren't they. `_`]

But I hope it's been an alright place for you to rest. Do you two need any help moving things over?

[Action] Backdated to January 11th

[imatreenow]

[It's like he suddenly realizes that this is a normal conversation, and he's having it with a human. Frightening and strange, how he can halfway forget in softly suspended moments. His deeply-ingrained doubts pull him back into his shell a little more; he can only go so far in one day. Back to simple answers, but his voice is softened.]

...Yes, it was alright. [If by that, they mean it was more than he could have ever imagined.]

We should be fine. [He didn't have too much here - clothes and things like that could be packed easily. And even without the use of his hands, he could carry a little on his shoulders.]

[Action] Backdated to January 11th

[memoryboxes]

Good.

[She nods. This is good.]

Go ahead and help Martel-san, then, so we don't keep her waiting too long.

[Action] Backdated to January 11th

[imatreenow]

[He nods, thinking Martel should be just about done and ready to go. This is where he should start hoisting himself out of his seat, but he hesitates. Suddenly, he wonders when he will ever see Sayo again, once he walks out the door with his sister. For a fleeting moment of folded-up loneliness, he's struck with the clawing impulse to tell her about the anonymously written messages. Had she figured it out? Would she remember?

The fledgling words die in the back of his throat. He seals his mouth shut. He isn't ready to let her connect the pieces of himself that he's already shared.

He stands to go to his sister, walking down the hall to the room that had been his and leaving everything unfinished.]