:: 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?
 

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[subject_e0057]

....We have no idea what our home is.

...I don't know. I.... I need more information.

[child_proteus]

Do you want to know? Honestly, Raise -- if you could get that information, dude -- would you?

[blue_shields]

My one memory of home... of my past life... was a bad one. But I don't know if that means EVERYTHING about my past life was bad. And I think that my job was to protect people, too.

Here, though, I have a pretty good life. I have people I love and care about. I have a job I enjoy doing. I was able to protect people here.

Two lives. Two paths.

What would my choice be? I don't know. I really don't.

I tried to ignore my past life and lost my interest in finding out about it after others started dying, and now it's come to kick me in the ass. I don't know who wrote those messages, if we can trust them, or even if they're going to try to communicate with us again.

[child_proteus]

Dude, I know how that is. I really do. My dream, my memories -- none of them are really good things, you know? Just pain and war and death and other really bad things. And it's all my fault, too, and I didn't really want to remember either. And I tried really hard to really actively forget.

And then--

Then I remembered something good. Something really good from before. That this place had tried to take from me.

And then that's when I got angry.

[redrobinhood]

I'd crush the butterfly.

You know? The whole butterfly flapping its wings in China thing you got going right now

[lizardoverdose]

Who the fuck knows?

[snowburned]

Can we truly say, when we don't know what home is?

[OOC: Hey, can we please wrap up the log or just decide what happens? I'm kinda screwed on how to interact with Haku right now.]