[The quotation gets something of an amused look, still tinted with melancholy.]
Before that, actually. 'When the world was new' is a time written on top of our ruins.
[From where he came from or not, it seems it is universal enough to strike a familiar chord.]
Powerful as memory is, it is but a pale reflection with only one keeper. The true power of such a thing has always come from being shared, no?
[Perhaps not the intended audience, but this is still a show for someone, not merely his own revisitings of those lost times. Even for him, those have lost details to the washing away of time, leaving only the vague shapes of the sand where once details were as sharp as day.]
/tosses up a KH3 spoiler warning for like. the rest of this thread, most likely
[Even in his own reality, the difference between the kind of world that people live on and the kind that encompasses all of what there is, worlds included gets a little muddy from time to time.]
Universe might be the better definition. It's just that no one back home really uses it.
{Still, every world, every universe, every reality has to start somewhere. Even if it's on the bones of some othere civilization, and that is absolutely something he knows all to well. Daybreak Town is long gone, and though Scala ad Caelum had never been his home in the same way, it, too, has faded into the darkness. Vanished, save in the memory of a precious few people. Fewer even, now that the old coot has finally gone to his just rewards.]
But you're right. It's hard being the only person keeping that kind of memory alive. Hurts too, sometimes, when you aren't expecting it, or when something jostles those memories into being more awake than you want them to be.
[It's not anything cruel or malicious in his voice. Rather it's understanding and - rare though it is for him - sympathy. It's not often he's had a chance to speak about this sort of thing, and rarer still that he finds someone who might actually understand, besides.]
pft you're cool
Before that, actually. 'When the world was new' is a time written on top of our ruins.
[From where he came from or not, it seems it is universal enough to strike a familiar chord.]
Powerful as memory is, it is but a pale reflection with only one keeper. The true power of such a thing has always come from being shared, no?
[Perhaps not the intended audience, but this is still a show for someone, not merely his own revisitings of those lost times. Even for him, those have lost details to the washing away of time, leaving only the vague shapes of the sand where once details were as sharp as day.]
/tosses up a KH3 spoiler warning for like. the rest of this thread, most likely
[Even in his own reality, the difference between the kind of world that people live on and the kind that encompasses all of what there is, worlds included gets a little muddy from time to time.]
Universe might be the better definition. It's just that no one back home really uses it.
{Still, every world, every universe, every reality has to start somewhere. Even if it's on the bones of some othere civilization, and that is absolutely something he knows all to well. Daybreak Town is long gone, and though Scala ad Caelum had never been his home in the same way, it, too, has faded into the darkness. Vanished, save in the memory of a precious few people. Fewer even, now that the old coot has finally gone to his just rewards.]
But you're right. It's hard being the only person keeping that kind of memory alive. Hurts too, sometimes, when you aren't expecting it, or when something jostles those memories into being more awake than you want them to be.
[It's not anything cruel or malicious in his voice. Rather it's understanding and - rare though it is for him - sympathy. It's not often he's had a chance to speak about this sort of thing, and rarer still that he finds someone who might actually understand, besides.]