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[anklets]

[This query brought to you by a pretty handful of missing puzzle pieces, not that you'd know, since Lenalee has no intent to justify or explain that imagery, nor to keep picking at scabs until they fester.]

We've already seen how the smallest change made can rewrite the entire history of this world. People are unborn, warheads are undropped... because we've cut out the circumstances which led to their happening.

How do you think that it might be the same for us? Transports come and go so often here and no one knows why. Whatever we do, we are always altering chances, there is no reason not to consider they could also be our own. That someone arrived on a day no longer existing may suddenly leave, or return by new circumstance, or forget they were ever here before.

It may be that we don't "go home", just. "Never arrive".

[ about ten minutes after broadcast, through careful squinting and experimentation, the feed is locked from Gilbert Nightray ]

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[limitstorm]

Time does stop.
I was sent home for a while, but I came back with my memories intact.
I guess, we do something here to make someone go back, and then someone else does something, so we reappear.
No one should be here in the first place.

[reifier]

[She files that little 'I was sent home' remark away for another time]

Miss Lenalee,

I have to believe that if anything or anyone is powerful enough to unmake time and with that power it returns people to where they belong, then it is only doing what must be done. It may not seem benevolent, and it may not seem fair, but it is right all the same.

To the matter of memories though, you should take comfort in the fact that time stopping could simply be an impression - the heart trying to cope with suppressed memories. You see, memories are not truly lost, but the links that bind them can be broken - and they can also be remade.

[anklets]

[Apparently Lenalee had set herself up for nothing but the clench of bad news and bad reactions 'round her heart, something like this breaks a weight off her shoulders even as her throat goes tight.]

"The links that bind them"?

[ sry riku this is important ]

[reifier]

That's right. There are memories, and there are the links that string them together - it's what help someone remember events in a sequence, or everything one friend has ever done for them, that sort of thing.

One memory leads to another, and then another, strung along a chain in our hearts. When people forget things, it's because those links were broken, and the memories left buried in a place that's hard to find. However... the memories can be linked again.

Does that make sense?

[anklets]

yeah. it does.

[This message sent after several minutes spent rereading, puzzling. Pressing her fingers over her eyes until she saw stars. Better than shackles imagery, at least, even if she doesn't quite like "chains", either.]

thank you for explaining it