[she chuckles devilishly at that before she becomes much more reflective]
Oh, uhm, just it turns out I was born or made or whatever--I remember Soul Songs: every soul has its own music that I was attuned to. My brother was more like you, he could See their colours. But things are often...much quieter without that ambient noise now that I remember it's supposed to exist.
Perhaps some ambient music for your room would not go amiss though I know it won't hold the same sway. For I imagine the sound of soul is as hard to replicate as the color.
[what is she going to do with all this affection. She blushes faintly and kisses his cheek, grateful and slightly more relaxed for the reassurance.
Though, it's bound to cost her considering how her memories almost always are, but it will be worth it. He doesn't need to know that, though. It's a downer.]
That is a good idea. [she taps her chin thoughtfully] ...I still haven't done anything with my room yet, so that would be a good first step.
[She looks askance for a moment]
...Sometimes, I can't help but wonder just what I am.
[She will remember, in time, what was told to her about love, what she herself knows about it, but it's difficult to reconcile the truth with her own reality.]
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Oh, uhm, just it turns out I was born or made or whatever--I remember Soul Songs: every soul has its own music that I was attuned to. My brother was more like you, he could See their colours. But things are often...much quieter without that ambient noise now that I remember it's supposed to exist.
[she perks up. that's unpleasant who cares]
It does explain a thing or two, anyway!
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[He takes both of her hands.]
That does sound beautiful. You should show it to me in a dream sometime.
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It might explain why music is actually very deeply important to me. I mean, it is for a lot of people, but turns out I was living it.
[her face falls for a moment, brow furrowing]
It's frustrating, though, I don't...remember my brother's soul. I know why, but I don't...
[she shakes her head gently, smiling.]
Anyway, I wouldn't mind showing you sometime, of course.
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Give it time. You will remember.
Perhaps some ambient music for your room would not go amiss though I know it won't hold the same sway. For I imagine the sound of soul is as hard to replicate as the color.
I would dearly love to hear it.
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Though, it's bound to cost her considering how her memories almost always are, but it will be worth it. He doesn't need to know that, though. It's a downer.]
That is a good idea. [she taps her chin thoughtfully] ...I still haven't done anything with my room yet, so that would be a good first step.
[She looks askance for a moment]
...Sometimes, I can't help but wonder just what I am.
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[He tilts his head in question.]
Perhaps a better question is what do you want to be? And how does what you are align with thusly?
Though if you are worried that you aren't 'human', I can't imagine that being an issue.
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All I know is that I was manufactured but it seems like something was wrong with the process, or something.
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When all is said and done, you are you at the end of the day. And this is the you we've come to cherish and love.
Now if these issues manifest in ailments and other symptoms, we can help research them as well.
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But tell me your concerns about your ailments.
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Ah, but what if she starts to cry, instead?]
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Not the reaction I was expecting, but do not doubt yourself.
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B-but I haven't...
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Shh. You have.
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[She will remember, in time, what was told to her about love, what she herself knows about it, but it's difficult to reconcile the truth with her own reality.]
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I wasn't told anything, I had to figure things out on my own.
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[He runs his fingers under her eyes to try to dry them.]
'Tis ironic, is it not? That you love so fiercely but can not see the same returned to you.
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[She closes her eyes and winces.]
I know that that's not how it works, but I can't--
[she's just so wired that way it's hard to untangle it all]
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[Kissing the top of her head. Good thing he's ridiculously tall.]
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I am...I have, it's just...hard to reconcile.
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Now I did not mean to distract. You had such ambitions on winning, and I might be stealing more time than is necessary for you to achieve your goal.
I wish you good luck and am envious of the boundless energy.
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[she smiles. it seems real enough]
You're right about my energy, so bouncing back will be no problem.
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