[ Enkidu had been hoping for much. But even that seems difficult, given the tangled web of forgotten memories and other things taken away with a cruel hand. ]
No, you have no need to apologize. It is not your fault for the missing pieces.
[ They have to wonder...someone mentioned a Snowfield to him, and seemed to recognize him. Yet they did not recognize the name of that place, nor that person. At the time, they discarded the conversation, but now with this conversation, they can't help but think of it again. ]
I believe that something similar may have occurred to me as well, in fact. But, I am not certain if that is the case.
[His fingers tense in Enkidu's hair, wanting so badly to ball into tight fists, but Noah restrains himself. There's nothing to be gained by getting frustrated over their situation and his forgotten memories. He need only focus on what comes next, difficult as that is.]
It sounds like a lot of us have missing memories. If you're uncertain, perhaps that means your memories haven't been tampered with?
[ When they feel those fingers tense, they can't help but do the same. Even if it is only momentarily. ]
Maybe.
[ Enkidu feels a little unsettled themselves, and strangely off-balance, but they don't like it, so. They feel an urge to shake their head, before letting out a sigh, alongside a wry smile. Even they can't evade feeling some sort of pressure, hm? ]
...Still, whatever's happened to us, we're always be ourselves. We can lose things that make up the whole, but we can reclaim them too; on our own terms. Without falling into someone else's carefully laid plans.
Though, if people do...that may be just a fate that can't be resisted based upon the nature of an individual.
[Enkidu's words are gentle and kind, something about them so very soothing. Fate, huh? Noah would like to think fate isn't a definite thing, but something that can be acted upon if one just pushes hard enough, but that may be his ego talking. Enkidu's words, as soft as they are, hold a lot of truth in them.]
We're quite alike in the way we think. Living life on one's own terms... No matter what happens, we can't afford to give that up.
[ Enkidu isn't exactly the kind of person to face things in a purely optimistic view, but they don't believe they should consign themselves to the worst either.
That's right. We've got a lot in common, it seems.
[Including long hair! And speaking of which, Noah has finished his arduous work combing through Enkidu's luscious blades of grass hair, gently folding it back over their shoulder so they can see his handiwork.]
We do. It's not all that common I relate to others much, so it's nice.
[ But! After Noah is done, they smile widely at him as they also carefully comb through their own hair, and stand upright to spin around to let it flow knot-free. ]
Thank you. It's your turn now, Noah.
[ SINCE THIS TAG IS LATE WE CAN JUST...handwave them doing the same for Noah or something, it's fine. ]
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No, you have no need to apologize. It is not your fault for the missing pieces.
[ They have to wonder...someone mentioned a Snowfield to him, and seemed to recognize him. Yet they did not recognize the name of that place, nor that person. At the time, they discarded the conversation, but now with this conversation, they can't help but think of it again. ]
I believe that something similar may have occurred to me as well, in fact. But, I am not certain if that is the case.
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It sounds like a lot of us have missing memories. If you're uncertain, perhaps that means your memories haven't been tampered with?
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Maybe.
[ Enkidu feels a little unsettled themselves, and strangely off-balance, but they don't like it, so. They feel an urge to shake their head, before letting out a sigh, alongside a wry smile. Even they can't evade feeling some sort of pressure, hm? ]
...Still, whatever's happened to us, we're always be ourselves. We can lose things that make up the whole, but we can reclaim them too; on our own terms. Without falling into someone else's carefully laid plans.
Though, if people do...that may be just a fate that can't be resisted based upon the nature of an individual.
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We're quite alike in the way we think. Living life on one's own terms... No matter what happens, we can't afford to give that up.
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No, we can't.
Otherwise, we'll lose sight of who we are.
[ Enkidu isn't exactly the kind of person to face things in a purely optimistic view, but they don't believe they should consign themselves to the worst either.
There are multiple ways forward, after all. ]
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[Including long hair! And speaking of which, Noah has finished his arduous work combing through Enkidu's
luscious blades of grasshair, gently folding it back over their shoulder so they can see his handiwork.]There we go. No knot left untangled.
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[ But! After Noah is done, they smile widely at him as they also carefully comb through their own hair, and stand upright to spin around to let it flow knot-free. ]
Thank you. It's your turn now, Noah.
[ SINCE THIS TAG IS LATE WE CAN JUST...handwave them doing the same for Noah or something, it's fine. ]