She's dying in your arms. The only person who's ever cared about you, ever been kind to you. Death is something so commonplace in this society, you know this, and yet your heart is shattering in pieces.
You beg her not to go, not when you haven't even done anything to repay her for all that she's done for you. In response, she smiles. She tells you, now that you're all grown-up, you don't need her to look after you anymore.
And then, she disappears into pieces, disintegrating into the wind.
You're hardly left with time to grieve. The conflict rages around you, and dimly, you're aware--this is the end of the human race. But as self-centered as it may be right now, you can't bring yourself to focus on that.
Not that your mother, who just murdered --------, would let you, either. She grabs your arm in an attempt to lift you up from where you were staring at the ground, and she yells at you to stop crying and to follow her. -------- is gone, and she is "her" now. But she isn't--never will be.
A man steps in to defend you. Rarely has anyone ever, except for the mother figure you just lost (and of all people, it would be someone you're terrified of), so you barely know how to react. Your mother isn't intimidated, however, having taken on --------'s power. Even her appearance is hers, as she transforms before your eyes: what was once a comforting face now becoming a source of fear.
The man warns you that what she has done--stealing this identity--will destroy her physically. She doesn't listen, and instead, she blames you. You ruined everything, and so you must take responsibility, she says. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have had to kill --------. As frightened as you are, you can't even muster up any words.
Then, suddenly, the chaos from the conflict around reaches here. Flames blaze, immediately disintegrating your mother, while the man attempts to shield you. Even so, the fire is evidently taking its toll on him; neither of you will survive like this.
But then -------- appears again, as she begins to dispel the fire. It's not your mother, who would only take on that form to torment you. It's her, truly her.
And gradually, you understand. This is a dream. Some of these events never happened. The rest, though--these are memories you lost. And as the pieces click in place, you start to wake up from the illusion, in more ways than one. The nightmare is finally over.]
[she watches them for a moment, expression just slightly disgruntled. but what if she wants to feel bad for you, you self-sacrificer of a jan character???]
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guestservices) wrote2022-06-09 12:18 pm
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[and then! another memory plays...
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there's a long pause, as she reels from this, absorbing all of the information in front of her, and then:]
Oh. [she sounds a little heartbroken?]
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cetus is quiet for a moment, and then, lightly,]
It's just an old nightmare. Don't worry about it.
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I'm a little worried. [...] What parts weren't real?
[she knows she probably shouldn't ask, but.]
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That man wasn't there in reality. He had entered the dream to wake me up.
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That seems like a lot of pain for no reason.
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... For better or for worse, it made me me. It was a long time ago, in any case. They're wounds that have healed by now.
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Man, I can't even ask if things are better now, since they're like, clearly not. Since you're here.
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[said in the same gentle tone.]
Of course, I'd prefer if this could be kept private.
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... Sure, yeah. I can keep a secret, obviously.
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Thank you. It's appreciated.