[He joined in that thread, the form just isn't being handed in until it reaches that point When the fog has calmed down, and all of the Fourth God's attempts have been washed away, Reira returns to the room. She is rather quiet-peering down almost as though worried she could somehow be in trouble despite having permission to go down there, her hands carefully balancing a plate of cookies (from her own home, not the ones made in the arcade), some milk...
...And eventually she comes down, and with the plate set down, she curls up to take a seat near the cables and body.]
....I'm sorry, [she finally says into the quiet, staring at the ground.] ...Everyone is just getting mad about the bad parts of what happened, instead of thinking about what else happened. [And there was a lot bad-she certainly won't deny that. The memories, the deterioration...it went on perhaps too long, but the thing about that is... ...at least he tried. She remembers that he had brought in those from that other incident after all-her brother, and so many more. Brought them to fight, or so she felt, and then...]
...You sent them back, and put the memories back, [she remarks, nodding.] ...That's already so much better than what the Fog always does, but they won't talk about that. ...they just talk about anyone who got stuck because of her again, or what they lost while it happened.
...and it's not fair. [Her voice is soft. But the fact is, it's not fair to her, because to see only the mistake and not even the attempt to rectify it is a painful, painful matter indeed. Cookies and milk are all she can really do, and if she could she would offer a hug-perhaps with her mind as linked to the network as it is, he realizes that, but she could never do so without knowing if he would accept such a thing.
Just as she could never call him 'Elias' unless he told her, with his own words, that it was acceptable.] ...One day, they'll get it. ...but right now everyone is still mad-and I can't make them not mad, [she whispers.]
...and I wish I could. ...but... [...But unfortunately when it is one voice against an ocean of anger and agony, it is drowned out ferociously, and so Reira closes her eyes.]
...A...anyway. ....I don't think it can make things better, but... ....cookies always make things a little happier, for a little bit, I think, [she says quietly in the end.]
[Reira sends this message via the network technically, her eyes still staring at the ceiling while in her bed, chin pressed tightly against a stuffed animal while Lusus the 'eleseal' snuffs beside her. It's a very strange thing and she hopes he has the answer.]
ummmmmmmmmnnnn
Do you know why Silent Forest is the way it is? I couldn't figure it out...
...I think I'm getting better at messages though!! [That's entirely unrelated but, you know, whatever.]
It's in two halfs bc one bit is literally just a question she asks later whoops
[Backdated to After Sora's 'Incident' (Aug 22/23ish)]
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He joined in that thread, the form just isn't being handed in until it reaches that pointWhen the fog has calmed down, and all of the Fourth God's attempts have been washed away, Reira returns to the room. She is rather quiet-peering down almost as though worried she could somehow be in trouble despite having permission to go down there, her hands carefully balancing a plate of cookies (from her own home, not the ones made in the arcade), some milk......And eventually she comes down, and with the plate set down, she curls up to take a seat near the cables and body.]
....I'm sorry, [she finally says into the quiet, staring at the ground.] ...Everyone is just getting mad about the bad parts of what happened, instead of thinking about what else happened. [And there was a lot bad-she certainly won't deny that. The memories, the deterioration...it went on perhaps too long, but the thing about that is... ...at least he tried. She remembers that he had brought in those from that other incident after all-her brother, and so many more. Brought them to fight, or so she felt, and then...]
...You sent them back, and put the memories back, [she remarks, nodding.] ...That's already so much better than what the Fog always does, but they won't talk about that. ...they just talk about anyone who got stuck because of her again, or what they lost while it happened.
...and it's not fair. [Her voice is soft. But the fact is, it's not fair to her, because to see only the mistake and not even the attempt to rectify it is a painful, painful matter indeed. Cookies and milk are all she can really do, and if she could she would offer a hug-perhaps with her mind as linked to the network as it is, he realizes that, but she could never do so without knowing if he would accept such a thing.
Just as she could never call him 'Elias' unless he told her, with his own words, that it was acceptable.] ...One day, they'll get it. ...but right now everyone is still mad-and I can't make them not mad, [she whispers.]
...and I wish I could. ...but... [...But unfortunately when it is one voice against an ocean of anger and agony, it is drowned out ferociously, and so Reira closes her eyes.]
...A...anyway. ....I don't think it can make things better, but... ....cookies always make things a little happier, for a little bit, I think, [she says quietly in the end.]
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[Sep 3rd, After talking to Nagisa about Silent Forest]
[Reira sends this message via the network technically, her eyes still staring at the ceiling while in her bed, chin pressed tightly against a stuffed animal while Lusus the 'eleseal' snuffs beside her. It's a very strange thing and she hopes he has the answer.]
ummmmmmmmmnnnn
Do you know why Silent Forest is the way it is? I couldn't figure it out...
...I think I'm getting better at messages though!! [That's entirely unrelated but, you know, whatever.]