memories are ever-changing.
The Garden of Recollection.
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". . . i certainly could, yes. it's an entirely different scenario when the family you've been with your entire life suddenly... leaves the nest, so to speak."
she could relate, at least in her own way. though leaving the nest and what she experienced were entirely different
". . . i don't imagine any version of you not to be captivating, miss acheron."
there was much sincerity wrapped up in those words, even as black swan stepped in to press their foreheads together. sure there didn't need to be physical contact, but in reality it was much easier
could make something else out. a younger version of the emanator that stood before her, someone happier at least in essence. the memory felt so strong despite how shrouded in uncertainty it seemed to be, and it brought tears to the memokeeper's eyes.
this memory... it was one
"your sibling bond is... a pleasant thing to experience, miss robin. i do believe your brother feels quite the same."
traveling with the express means she at least can say that earnestly.
"he thinks about you often, you know."
in that case, i would love that, miss toko. even your retelling is important in my eyes.
( black swan seemed to get comfortable now, eager to get toko's side. even if it was merely what she'd been told, her job was to remember these things, wasn't it? )
"of course i would."
there was no mincing words, as she wasn't one to act a hypocrite anyway. black swan stood from the table, shuffling the cards away with a swipe of her hand.
"but our reasonings for such are wholly different, aren't they? night and day, one could say."
"as to be expected... though the cards tend to lead towards the most anticipated path, you know."
her eyes narrowed into slits.
"i'm sure that doesn't scare you, though, does it?"
the question was met with silence at first, black swan so surprised by it that she needed a moment to process.
"m-miss acheron, i..."
her voice stammered, the memories of her last attempt coming back so vividly that she had to take a moment to collect her composure again. their
closeness made it so she could look acheron in the eye, and her heart fluttered in a way that it hadn't felt in millenia.
how conflicting it felt.
"if... if you trusted me to delve into your memories again, i would... without questio or second thought. everyone's story deserves