I think it's very easy for history to become lost and for people to misinterpret it without proper records. And even then, some people may have records that are more opinion than fact. But it's why people write them, isn't it? To let people find and decide the truth.
But we have, yes. There's an appeal in piecing together everything to create a whole. Even with the grimness... it's a novelty. Not all experiences are good experiences, but they shape us, don't you think?
[ please help him, he does not deserve the murder. but zuriel shakes their head. ]
But I mean the field of carrying memories. It's a good thing to do, but at the same time it feels like it could be sad if the memories are of people you've lost. Or people you've never met and wished you could. Maybe saying I don't know if I like it isn't quite right.
[ but they've kind of already assigned him as a lonely person and think that living with the memories of other people and not many good, fulfilling ones of his own is a little sad. ]
And to be shaped by experience at all is a blessing, indeed. So, yes, precisely - on both counts.
[ zuriel always gets it - it makes taair happy. he nods along, leaning back now on his hands to look upwards, up to the skies overhead. every experience to him has its joys. small as they might be, they are so much more than his life was before. every moment this group spends, happy and horrible, leaves its mark.
as for the last bit... taair listens, taking in their words with a long moment of consideration. it's people you've never met and wished you could that sinks into his chest, a familiar chill of melancholy that curls into his bones. because it's true, achingly true: taair can read every history in the world, but it doesn't make up for the fact that he grew up utterly, completely alone. ]
...It is a bit sad. [ he says, finally, gaze turned upwards. ] To read of the tragedies of the world can be a heavy, heavy weight. There is so much record of people suffering - it is no wonder, that sometimes it feels easier for some to lean into pretty lies. A young child reading stories of the heroics of the Radiant Guard would never know the atrocities that those very same members of the guard committed against the common people of Iria in the sake of greed.
I don't mind. I'm quite used to it. [ keeping memories. uncovering truth. ] And I think... much as you said with experiences - keeping these things has taught me to appreciate the tender memories even more. In every dark moment, I can find a crack of light.
But... they are just memories, in the end. Stories of things that have already happened, to other people. And they do not fill the gap for experience as well as I would like.
It's always easier to lie and protect children. [ it's an idle thought, one they comment on briefly before moving onward. ] So long as you don't shield them from the truth later when they seek it for themselves.
I think as long as you have ways to let that light in, it isn't as bad. Being able to know what is and isn't real, and knowing what your own morals are in the face of that heaviness... that's the difference.
[ but. ] You have these next several weeks to fill the gap. Bad experiences like this, yes, but plenty of time for good ones. I hope all of you won't decide to start shying away now.
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But we have, yes. There's an appeal in piecing together everything to create a whole. Even with the grimness... it's a novelty. Not all experiences are good experiences, but they shape us, don't you think?
[ please help him, he does not deserve the murder. but zuriel shakes their head. ]
But I mean the field of carrying memories. It's a good thing to do, but at the same time it feels like it could be sad if the memories are of people you've lost. Or people you've never met and wished you could. Maybe saying I don't know if I like it isn't quite right.
[ but they've kind of already assigned him as a lonely person and think that living with the memories of other people and not many good, fulfilling ones of his own is a little sad. ]
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[ zuriel always gets it - it makes taair happy. he nods along, leaning back now on his hands to look upwards, up to the skies overhead. every experience to him has its joys. small as they might be, they are so much more than his life was before. every moment this group spends, happy and horrible, leaves its mark.
as for the last bit... taair listens, taking in their words with a long moment of consideration. it's people you've never met and wished you could that sinks into his chest, a familiar chill of melancholy that curls into his bones. because it's true, achingly true: taair can read every history in the world, but it doesn't make up for the fact that he grew up utterly, completely alone. ]
...It is a bit sad. [ he says, finally, gaze turned upwards. ] To read of the tragedies of the world can be a heavy, heavy weight. There is so much record of people suffering - it is no wonder, that sometimes it feels easier for some to lean into pretty lies. A young child reading stories of the heroics of the Radiant Guard would never know the atrocities that those very same members of the guard committed against the common people of Iria in the sake of greed.
I don't mind. I'm quite used to it. [ keeping memories. uncovering truth. ] And I think... much as you said with experiences - keeping these things has taught me to appreciate the tender memories even more. In every dark moment, I can find a crack of light.
But... they are just memories, in the end. Stories of things that have already happened, to other people. And they do not fill the gap for experience as well as I would like.
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I think as long as you have ways to let that light in, it isn't as bad. Being able to know what is and isn't real, and knowing what your own morals are in the face of that heaviness... that's the difference.
[ but. ] You have these next several weeks to fill the gap. Bad experiences like this, yes, but plenty of time for good ones. I hope all of you won't decide to start shying away now.