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[firstroar]

Kaworu Nagisa.
He played the piano several times on this network. In speaking to him, he is the sort one would have difficulty forgetting.


He left this city of his own volition, intending to return "soon."
When was the last time anyone had been contact with him?

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[terrot]

Do you think that, maybe, having someone to help you do so might be effective? If the pieces were to be examined by another, it's possible that some order might reveal itself.

[ counseling is weird when you're a psychic. ]

[firstroar]

[but they know weird; they live it.]

It may be possible. The closer I've drawn to those whose memories reflect those fragments, the closer those things come to my reach. There may be enough there to pull the rest out of darkness.

[an invigorating, if not frightening notion. and not a new one by any degree...for either of them.]

[terrot]

[ no, not exactly new. but thinking about, much less talking about, her own memories is awkward. but at least it's not painful, that was the whole point to blocking them. ]

There are others involved with those memories? People you met in this other place, perhaps?

[firstroar]

Yes... [but there's one he cannot speak on. he promised. Physis can't be an exception to the rule unless that someone agrees.] Meeting one is what triggered those memories in the first place. Had he not been here, perhaps I would have never known.

[terrot]

[ but that boundary will make it more difficult for her to assist psychically, unless any memories of that person can be willfully blocked. ]

And who is he?

[firstroar]

Koltira. [a beat, reflecting on what things come to mind simply saying the name.] The things he has given me...The guilt tied to it... [a breath.]

[terrot]

[ it's not a name she's familiar with, but there are many others here in exsilium. perhaps this is one she should seek. ]

I'm not sure what you mean. What could he have given you to have this effect?