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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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that was exactly one too many edits, pol, unacceptable

[anklets]

Even if we forget?

forgive me for i have sinned 1/2

[debtor]

You shouldn't worry about that right now, [ it won't get you anywhere, worrying about something that may be inevitable, that they may never have control over. that may happen any moment. it's like death. ] because we haven't forgotten them. At this moment, that's what's important.

[debtor]

[He knows still, that that may not be sufficient.

But he's thought a lot about the people who have disappeared, who have been sent home or 'undone', civilians and Transports alike, and he's come to a conclusion.]

I don't want to forget. Not again, if I can help it. When I went home, I'd forgotten it all - we all had. But... that doesn't mean that we had never arrived, does it?

Even if somebody is forgotten, or has forgotten, you can't say that they "never were." That's a sad way of thinking. They existed, and everybody leaves a mark on the world. And every absence is felt, as well. The people who have left us, they've all touched many lives... and those lives have touched others, on and on— [ a breath. ]

that's how being alive works... everything is interconnected, isn't it? Every life matters.

...That's why I want to do anything I can to hold onto their memories. I want to remember because they were here.

my inbox was full of shoujo hobo, it smelled awful but looked fantastic

[anklets]

[These are words she had needed to hear. Desperately, perhaps. One can only go so long off fragments of the world. She thinks her cheeks are wetter now than they had been a moment before, but- that's alright. He shan't judge her for it, not even if he were around to see.]

Thank you.