Look, if Mahito had been here, he would’ve been murdered week one. There are five of us here who have plenty of experience with his bullshit. [ he pauses though. before shaking his head. ]
Kind, or selfish? It doesn’t do much for them, after all. In the end, it’s all for my benefit.
...the dead are gone, but I still don't necessarily think it's always fair to forget them. That's all.
[they don't really have time to explain why though before there's a smattering of stardust that falls over them. yuri gets a memory.
It's cold. It's cold outside, and you stand before the twenty-foot-long pit that smells faintly like root beer and barbeque sauce. The only light you see comes from the full moon hanging above you. You're aware other people are around you, but your focus is intense, words spilling from your lips as your powers take over you. You almost fail to notice the strong, silvery light flickering amongst the trees as it draws closer to you. It kneels, drinking from the pit, and as it stands you falter in your speech.
She appears to you just as she did right before she left. Timeless, ageless, and yet...lifeless. You don't notice the way she addresses one of the others first, shaking yourself out of your daze as you stumble forward calling her name.
She turns to you, a sad expression and you feel something in your chest tighten.
"You've gotten so tall," she says, almost like this is only conversational and not monumental.
"Why didn't you answer me sooner? I've been trying for months!"
"I was hoping you would give up."
The fragile weight in your chest shatters then. "Give up? How can you say that? I'm trying to save you!"
"You can't. Don't do this." You don't want to hear her say the boy beside you is right. You refuse. You scream the truth as you know it, that he let her die, that he isn't their friend, and you do your best not to tremble and break when her hand reaches for your face and disappears before your eyes.
"You must listen to me," she says in that tone you remember so well. It's the tone she always used when she thought younger brothers should listen to their older sisters even without reason. You don't agree with her. It isn't a flaw, this burden you hold onto. "You have to forgive. You have to promise me this."
"I can't. Never."
She tries to reason with you. She lies to you, says that the boy beside you has been worried and can help you. But that's not true. No one can help you anymore. No one understands.
"Why are you helping him and not me?" You shout to get her attention again. "It's not fair!"
"It's not him you're mad at. It's me."
You shake your head. You protest. You know your throat's closing and tears well in your eyes as she continues.
"You're mad because I left you. You're mad because I died and left you alone. I'm sorry for that. I truly am. But you must overcome the anger, and stop blaming him for my choices. It will be your doom."
The girl behind you speaks up. She's always been someone who applies logic and reason to everything she says. She tries to tell you about the tyrant whose power is growing, that he'll use you, but...
"I don't care. I just want my sister back."
"You can't have that." Your sister says in a tone more gentle than most. You nearly stamp your feet, loudly proclaiming that you can because of your lineage, that you will do this, but she won't hear you.
"Don't try," she says just as softly. "If you love me, don't..."
Hundreds of spirits begin to surround you, twisting and throbbing in agitation. A warning you want to ignore. A sign you shouldn't ignore, but it doesn't matter. She's here, finally. You won't waste this.
"Your power draws the attention of him. The dead must return. It is not safe for us to remain."
You panic as you realize she's once again leaving you. You beg her to stay just a little longer, but she's already fading before your eyes.
"I love you. Remember what I said."
And just like that her form shivers and she disappears, the ghosts vanishing with her and leaving you alone under the cold, full moon.
...they're usually not supposed to, I think, but pretty sure all of you have witnessed otherwise. [they don't seem too perturbed by the memory, though their shoulders sag a little as they shrug.]
It's probably better that we don't go into details, but...she's where she's supposed to be now. Don't worry.
I don't exactly have a book, but I do my own things to remember people I've lost. Figure as long as everybody has a method that works for them, it's okay. I just...don't like the idea of them being forgotten all together. That's all.
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Look, if Mahito had been here, he would’ve been murdered week one. There are five of us here who have plenty of experience with his bullshit. [ he pauses though. before shaking his head. ]
Kind, or selfish? It doesn’t do much for them, after all. In the end, it’s all for my benefit.
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And that's five of you who came out for the better. What makes you so sure it doesn't do much for them, though?
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The dead are gone. And the living just do want they feel they have to, in order to keep moving. Whether that’s forgetting, or remembering.
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...the dead are gone, but I still don't necessarily think it's always fair to forget them. That's all.
[they don't really have time to explain why though before there's a smattering of stardust that falls over them. yuri gets a memory.
maybe they don't have to explain, actually.]
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ty is this is a percy jackson. ]
…
I can’t even say “well, I’ve never had my dead come back”, when they all did at the station. But not outside of it.
… Are you allowed to tell me her name?
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...they're usually not supposed to, I think, but pretty sure all of you have witnessed otherwise. [they don't seem too perturbed by the memory, though their shoulders sag a little as they shrug.]
It's probably better that we don't go into details, but...she's where she's supposed to be now. Don't worry.
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