Past lives. [ she considers it. ] I've always found it an interesting theory, but I've always considered it theoretical. I don't know if I could say that I fully believe in such a thing, but anything is possible. I would rank it above the idea of ceasing to exist, at the least. Mostly because that's lame.
[ she looks at dave, not quite frowning. ] Are you suggesting that it's more than a theory? That that fragmented text I remembered comes from a past life, not just some... whatever?
laughs. he's terrible at reacting how he should these days, and he knows it. he's not sure how to cry? it just...doesn't happen so much, so it's just a quiet burst of laughter and it's so egregiously wrong here. ]
I remember - [ rose lalonde, his favorite person, the way she tried to die for him - ] - I remember -
the human mind is faulty thing, dave is what she almost says. remembering something doesn't mean it's true.
but dave looks so... she's not even sure what, because this isn't the way he's ever looked to her before. the laughter does not help.
and truth be told, she doesn't know what's happening here. it could be mass psychosis, or it could be past lives. it needs further assessment before her "I'm in a psych 101 class" level of experience can figure it out. ]
What do you remember?
[ it's a vague, broad question. but she knows he probably doesn't specifically mean that od fragment she just told him about. he's been a part of this... whatever for eight months. her question probably deserves a vague, broad answer. ]
Well, that's... boring, I suppose, not to say that you're boring. You're the height of coolness. But what's the point of past lives if we weren't something fascinating, like royalty or serial killers?
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[ she looks at dave, not quite frowning. ] Are you suggesting that it's more than a theory? That that fragmented text I remembered comes from a past life, not just some... whatever?
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laughs. he's terrible at reacting how he should these days, and he knows it. he's not sure how to cry? it just...doesn't happen so much, so it's just a quiet burst of laughter and it's so egregiously wrong here. ]
I remember - [ rose lalonde, his favorite person, the way she tried to die for him - ] - I remember -
[ dying, a million times, bro - john and jade - ]
Rose, of course it's real. I remember it.
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the human mind is faulty thing, dave is what she almost says. remembering something doesn't mean it's true.
but dave looks so... she's not even sure what, because this isn't the way he's ever looked to her before. the laughter does not help.
and truth be told, she doesn't know what's happening here. it could be mass psychosis, or it could be past lives. it needs further assessment before her "I'm in a psych 101 class" level of experience can figure it out. ]
What do you remember?
[ it's a vague, broad question. but she knows he probably doesn't specifically mean that od fragment she just told him about. he's been a part of this... whatever for eight months. her question probably deserves a vague, broad answer. ]
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Not everythin'. [ not everything, but - ]
But close enough.
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[ it's also even broader and vaguer than she expected. "close to everything" what the fuck does that even entail. ]
What do you even do with all of it?
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I...don't know? I just remember, Rose, what am I supposed to do with it?
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[ she wants to ask him to just, tell her everything, but. but. ]
So, what were you in your past life? Coal miner, peasant, Queen of England?
[ except he can fly, so obviously these can't just be "past lives" in the. literal "past" sense, she supposes. but god this mood needs lightening. ]
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[ knight of time. ]
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[ she's kidding maybe. ]
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[ DEAD KIDS, A LOT??? ]
...Not serial killers, though, unless you count monsters?
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[ she does not catch his real meaning. ]
I suppose it depends on what kind of monsters they were. Shouldn't lump them all together. That's racist.
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