[You fall into a chair next to the bed this man is resting in, affection, exasperation and an exasperation that hits you to your core. Why is he always like this? He’s half dead and barely breathing it takes everything in you not to throttle him for his recklessness.
He says something and with every word, your frustration grows. "What do you fucking mean you’re fine?!" You continue, angrily, desperately trying to convince him to see reason. You want him to be safe, you want him to be alive and to stop risking his life. You don’t think it’s that much to ask.
The North is dangerous, and you both know that. How is it that you’re the only one that seems to care about this man’s safety!?
He reaches up, gently caressing your cheek, ignoring the pain he should obviously be in. Your heart hammers away at your chest, "Don’t make that face… I’m counting on you, partner." ]
Anyways, this is actually the first memory Alisaie received, so after it ends, she takes a moment to shake her head and clear her mind. And then she's going to find Nero--not difficult, all things considered.]
Nero... I have a question for you, if you're willing.
[Nero and Disce in her cat form and studying the canals, trying to see if there are any fish they could potentially have for dinner. Sometimes you just think about the past, there's nothing weird about that.
Nero has not realized they're being broadcast just yet.
[Which means that gods, this is going to be a difficult conversation. But she has to try. She owes it to him.]
I just heard your voice a moment ago. You sounded angry. [She hesitates a moment, not certain how to continue it, but...] At the same time, I saw a vision of a man lying ill in a bed.
[Like that's going to help??? Honestly, Nero, the girl is like a dog with a bone and he's probably witnessed enough of her interrogations of people that he might be able to realize she won't let it drop.]
No. That much I can say for a certainty. It's identical--or nearly--to a skill a friend of mine possesses, which allows them to view scenes from a person's past.
[She's small, but she's quick--Alisaie's going to try to cut him off, stepping in front of him.]
I'm already certain it was yours. You need only confirm it.
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He says something and with every word, your frustration grows. "What do you fucking mean you’re fine?!" You continue, angrily, desperately trying to convince him to see reason. You want him to be safe, you want him to be alive and to stop risking his life. You don’t think it’s that much to ask.
The North is dangerous, and you both know that. How is it that you’re the only one that seems to care about this man’s safety!?
He reaches up, gently caressing your cheek, ignoring the pain he should obviously be in. Your heart hammers away at your chest, "Don’t make that face… I’m counting on you, partner." ]
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Anyways, this is actually the first memory Alisaie received, so after it ends, she takes a moment to shake her head and clear her mind. And then she's going to find Nero--not difficult, all things considered.]
Nero... I have a question for you, if you're willing.
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Nero has not realized they're being broadcast just yet.
He looks over when he's called.]
... Yeah?
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I just heard your voice a moment ago. You sounded angry. [She hesitates a moment, not certain how to continue it, but...] At the same time, I saw a vision of a man lying ill in a bed.
I think... it may have been a memory of yours.
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Oh no. That means what he just saw was what she watched? This is what hell feels like. It has to be
He takes a moment to survey his surroundings like he's looking for the quickest out. ]
I ... don't know who you're talkin' about...
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At first she was being gentle, but at his dissembling, Alisae fixes him with a fierce look.]
Is that so? Are you telling me that somebody else here has your voice? Curious, I thought I'd met everybody by this point.
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[ It's time to start walking real quick. ]
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No. That much I can say for a certainty. It's identical--or nearly--to a skill a friend of mine possesses, which allows them to view scenes from a person's past.
[She's small, but she's quick--Alisaie's going to try to cut him off, stepping in front of him.]
I'm already certain it was yours. You need only confirm it.
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Fine.
[ Wait what. ]
You mean somebody can do that on command?
[ This is the worst thing he's heard all day. ]
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But Alisaie's not that cruel.]
No. They can't control it, as far as I'm aware, but it does seem to trigger at remarkably convenient times.
[A frown.]
Usually.
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[ At least it's not always being forced to share memories. But it's still leaving him with a sense of unease. ]