No, it's... We all know to expect it, by now. But we'll hope for the best, anyway. This is already good news, right? Better than nothing.
[ he smiles. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but he's trying. ]
I hope you're right. [ absently playing with the yellow ribbon on his wrist. ] Writing letters is something, but it's not the same as seeing them again.
[ carefully and gently pats his hand. she knows, buddy. ]
Better than nothing. Sometimes it really is all we have. [ she eyes the ribbon, watching for a few moments. ] I said the same thing myself to Lucas when I saw him Saturday. It's much more difficult to see what a person's thinking or feeling in words than face to face. Even Noah was around and person-shaped often enough to read his expressions.
I still value all of the ones I get, but... it's a reminder, not a replacement. [ but she nods. ] Yeah. I believe so, anyway, based on some of the things I've started to remember.
No, not the way you're thinking. I didn't realize it until I came here and—[ she pauses a little, fumbling a little. yves. it was always yves. ] I started to realize there were memories of a person I'd forgotten. It only made more sense when that house of mirrors showed up and I could see more of what I'd forgotten about Noah.
It was, but in a way I think it helped reframe some things for me. [ ... ] I remember everything, just without him in those memories. And I think we've all forgotten because of the sacrifice we asked Cabeswater to make. I don't... think we realized what it would mean for Noah.
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No, it's... We all know to expect it, by now. But we'll hope for the best, anyway. This is already good news, right? Better than nothing.
[ he smiles. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but he's trying. ]
I hope you're right. [ absently playing with the yellow ribbon on his wrist. ] Writing letters is something, but it's not the same as seeing them again.
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Better than nothing. Sometimes it really is all we have. [ she eyes the ribbon, watching for a few moments. ] I said the same thing myself to Lucas when I saw him Saturday. It's much more difficult to see what a person's thinking or feeling in words than face to face. Even Noah was around and person-shaped often enough to read his expressions.
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...Who's Noah? A friend of yours?
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[ they can both agree there. ]
...What do you mean? Have you had amnesia this whole time and never said?
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That was a lot... [ all those memories out on display. he hated i, actually. ] Do you know why you'd have forgotten him? What do you remember?
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Sacrifice...? [ he has so many questions. ] So... you had to do something, and the price for it was forgetting this friend of yours? Is that it?
Was it for that thing you said you'd all been looking for?
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And... yes, in a way, but only slightly. Other people had been searching for that king, too, and it created an even bigger problem for us.