:: post nineteen :: there are no easy answers.

[child_proteus]

[Throne's handwriting is neat and precise and deliberate, for once, but still clearly his.]

Would you rather be at home, dreaming of this place?

Or be stuck here, and dreaming of home?
 

Comments

[lemonshine]

Home would be nice but I don't want to forget the friends I've made here.

[child_proteus]

And what if you didn't have a choice?

Which would you rather forget this? Or what your life used to be?

[lemonshine]

I'd have to make a choice eventually then...

[unwinding_key]

What of those who have no home to return to? I must ask.

[child_proteus]

Some of us are lost. Some of us are dead. Some of us -- most of us -- can't really remember either way, yeah?

What happens to those folks -- what happens to each of us -- at the end of the day, are each of our choices, I think.

[unwinding_key]

I understand. I was merely interested to see what you thought on the matter.

However...I do remember. At least my death.

struck out immediately.

[child_proteus]

What I personally think doesn't really seem to be a popular opinion.

Oh, I'm -- I'm sorry to hear that.

...

So, what do you think of this place?

[child_proteus]

And what would you do to go home, Trust?

[child_proteus]

But what if those exile people were right, man?

since you already used your lasers to detect my presence

[sauntersthrough]

I don't know where home is.

[child_proteus]

Don't know? Or can't remember?

[sauntersthrough]

Doesn't it amount to the same thing?

[child_proteus]

Not knowing means you never knew. Not remembering means you used to but, you don't recall.

Somethings don't stay forgotten here. So there is a difference.

[crownofsnow]

...I have promises to keep.

[child_proteus]

To who?

[crownofsnow]

I don't remember. But they're important, that much feels true to my heart.

[child_proteus]

It's nice to know there are some things that can't be taken from us.