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( A thoughtful time spent away, contemplating. )

I think so. I don't think I can experience that as Macha. It's the price of the name. But I don't really remember how not to be Macha, either.

Because I started to lose my memories, and, like peeling back layers, in their place I had new memories that felt truer than what I knew before. I remember him giving me these false memories to blend in with players better, and I remember that he no longer needs me to have them. But to everyone else, this isn't true.

It's the same way how— the others here, they see the ocean here as blue, but I can only see it in red. It's frustrating, to be so mismatched.

[tinged]

[ ...a person falling from the sky... ]

You have never blended in. You have never needed to.

If he could make a person, would it not be easier to make someone else? We both know he can plant memories, he can take them away. He can trade happiness, and his happiness was real, when I had it. And when I didn't, I knew exactly what he was incapable of.

What made you believe that the inception of your memories was the point you think it was? Why did you stop peeling back the layers?

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Because

( A long pause. )

My thoughts stop

[tinged]

And your heart?

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My heart?

[tinged]

Did it stop, too?

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I wish it would.

[tinged]

If it did, then what would be the point of anything?

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I don't know. But it hurts too much right now.

[tinged]

Why is it hurting? Do you know?

[tablescraps]

Because it's constantly in a state of breaking.

[tinged]

… Are you catching the pieces as they break off?

[tablescraps]

How?

[tinged]

Even when your thoughts stop, keep a hold on your heart. Don’t let go of that. The pieces will be put back together by someone who will see them for what they are.

He would take it if he could, but he can’t.

… Do you want me to come hold you, since it hurts?

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( A pause. )

Could you?

[tinged]

[ goodbye. the wind dancing swiftly among the fields bidding farewell to the sea. goodbye. goodbye.

and it sighs back, longing and regret. but that is all. ]

I don’t know if my love will help. But I can hold you.

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I'd rather that than be alone with a heart I don't know how to gather up.

[tinged]

You know. Otherwise you wouldn’t hurt in this way.

Otherwise you would hurt like him.

… I will come.