they look thoughtful at that second part. they've read his profile at least, and there were certainly some implications. unfortunately, with zero tact: ] Because of the "getting caught"?
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Ah! You said it so directly... yes, that's a part of it, sort of. I suppose those two questions go together. [ why, and getting caught, that is. ] Out of curiosity, how much do you all know about the lives we all lived prior to our arrival...?
[ for companionship, huh? it's a little ironic, but, instead of quite answering, he tails off from his original point, warm with that thought instead. ]
I did have a pet bird. And, for some time, he was my only companion. He was a very dear companion, too - a wonderful listener. [ there's a little smile, soft. ] And his songs kept me company, and brightened my days.
But... ultimately, I set him free, not too long before I arrived here.
So I've heard. [ taair says, hands behind his back. ] But... If he wanted to come back, perhaps he would have come back.
In the end, everything dies. [ bleak!!! he just says it with a bit of a thoughtful air, though, looking off at the water. ] If given the choice between experiencing it - soaring overhead, able to stretch and explore into the horizon, even just for a moment - or living in a cage, I think I would choose the former, every time. I don't know if my little bird lived that long. I certainly didn't.
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... To answer your question, I suppose there's a difference between being set free, and escaping, even just for a little while. One involves getting caught.
[ they listen intently, thinking this over as he speaks and then for a few moments longer when he's finished. ]
I think I understand. Freedom is important, especially to those who lack it. And... sometimes we make choices for others trying to help them, for better or for worse. Regardless of their own wishes.
[ the thoughtful pause is welcomed - and he nods, as ramiel explains. ]
Yes, precisely - a fine interpretation. [ the praise is not just generated by affection week, but very genuine, a natural teacher's warmth. however... the question turns that ever present, gentle smile into something far more melancholy - something sad. ]
... Because I have a purpose to fulfill. [ and it has so little to do with companionship. ] And thus, I had to return to my cage.
[ there's a duty to be done, after all. what good are you to anyone dead?
but - after saying that, he brightens up much more, the smile on his face far more genuine. ]
Oh! And, of course - the part I think I look forward to the very most, is learning as many stories of the people here as I can. I hope perhaps you'll share a bit of yours with me, Ramiel.
I meant when the eight weeks are up. Assuming you stayed in Heaven and had eternity at your fingertips. How would you want to spend it? Hearing stories?
Perhaps - finding others. Finding the leader of the miner's rebellion, and asking him about his life, about the event, talking to the rebels who passed on... Interviewing as many people as I can. And learning - there must be an unfathomable amount of worlds and lives to learn about. Perhaps even teaching those who came, sharing that knowledge with other people...
[ his voice picks up a little joy as he starts to think through this, a sort of breathless delight, but - it doesn't really last, because that's a pipe dream. ]
...Well, it's a lovely thing to think about, isn't it? I guess that's what makes it paradise.
That is very true - but, we'd have to get there, first. It sounds as if there will be a busy few weeks ahead of us.
[ and it's hard to hope too much for something like that when it's so out of reach. he has to be practical. which, before he gets too melancholy about it, it's time for a subject change, and he clasps his hands together. ]
-- at any rate! Come, you must tell me - is this sort of place familiar to you? [ with a wide gesture at the boardwalk and the beach as a whole! ] I've never seen anything like it, or even really read about much like it, save the beach.
[ said curiously. they are perpetually trying to figure out how others tick. the ways that they think and how they approach things. but they will drop it and allow the subject change easily. ]
I've spent some time at the shore, recently. But it was much [ they start to say something. and then stop to think about it. then: ] colder. And there wasn't all of this fun stuff there, either.
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[ nosy.
they look thoughtful at that second part. they've read his profile at least, and there were certainly some implications. unfortunately, with zero tact: ] Because of the "getting caught"?
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Ah! You said it so directly... yes, that's a part of it, sort of. I suppose those two questions go together. [ why, and getting caught, that is. ] Out of curiosity, how much do you all know about the lives we all lived prior to our arrival...?
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Well... in that case - let me ask you this. Ramiel, what do you think of having a bird as a pet?
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[ for companionship, huh? it's a little ironic, but, instead of quite answering, he tails off from his original point, warm with that thought instead. ]
I did have a pet bird. And, for some time, he was my only companion. He was a very dear companion, too - a wonderful listener. [ there's a little smile, soft. ] And his songs kept me company, and brightened my days.
But... ultimately, I set him free, not too long before I arrived here.
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Many animals raised in captivity don't know how to survive in the wild.
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So I've heard. [ taair says, hands behind his back. ] But... If he wanted to come back, perhaps he would have come back.
In the end, everything dies. [ bleak!!! he just says it with a bit of a thoughtful air, though, looking off at the water. ] If given the choice between experiencing it - soaring overhead, able to stretch and explore into the horizon, even just for a moment - or living in a cage, I think I would choose the former, every time. I don't know if my little bird lived that long. I certainly didn't.
[ ... ]
... To answer your question, I suppose there's a difference between being set free, and escaping, even just for a little while. One involves getting caught.
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I think I understand. Freedom is important, especially to those who lack it. And... sometimes we make choices for others trying to help them, for better or for worse. Regardless of their own wishes.
Why were you caught? For what reason?
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Yes, precisely - a fine interpretation. [ the praise is not just generated by affection week, but very genuine, a natural teacher's warmth. however... the question turns that ever present, gentle smile into something far more melancholy - something sad. ]
... Because I have a purpose to fulfill. [ and it has so little to do with companionship. ] And thus, I had to return to my cage.
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Do you think that this purpose was worth it?
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...I suppose that depends on the perspective of who thinks so.
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...I don't. But, I don't have much of a say in that matter.
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But now that you are more free, how do you think you would like to spend your afterlife?
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[ there's a duty to be done, after all. what good are you to anyone dead?
but - after saying that, he brightens up much more, the smile on his face far more genuine. ]
Oh! And, of course - the part I think I look forward to the very most, is learning as many stories of the people here as I can. I hope perhaps you'll share a bit of yours with me, Ramiel.
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I meant when the eight weeks are up. Assuming you stayed in Heaven and had eternity at your fingertips. How would you want to spend it? Hearing stories?
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Perhaps - finding others. Finding the leader of the miner's rebellion, and asking him about his life, about the event, talking to the rebels who passed on... Interviewing as many people as I can. And learning - there must be an unfathomable amount of worlds and lives to learn about. Perhaps even teaching those who came, sharing that knowledge with other people...
[ his voice picks up a little joy as he starts to think through this, a sort of breathless delight, but - it doesn't really last, because that's a pipe dream. ]
...Well, it's a lovely thing to think about, isn't it? I guess that's what makes it paradise.
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You could do more than think about it. It's something we can make happen. There's so much to learn and so many people to hear from, out there.
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[ and it's hard to hope too much for something like that when it's so out of reach. he has to be practical. which, before he gets too melancholy about it, it's time for a subject change, and he clasps his hands together. ]
-- at any rate! Come, you must tell me - is this sort of place familiar to you? [ with a wide gesture at the boardwalk and the beach as a whole! ] I've never seen anything like it, or even really read about much like it, save the beach.
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[ said curiously. they are perpetually trying to figure out how others tick. the ways that they think and how they approach things. but they will drop it and allow the subject change easily. ]
I've spent some time at the shore, recently. But it was much [ they start to say something. and then stop to think about it. then: ] colder. And there wasn't all of this fun stuff there, either.
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[ see: murder but he doesn't know that yet.
either way!! he tilts his head at that, curious immediately - eyes round. ] Colder?
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[ they nod! ]
Yes. The waves even sounded different with the ice in them, too.
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[ whoa... he clasps his hands together at his heart, mind already reeling with the possibilities. ]
What were you doing there, Ramiel?
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[ anyway, ]
Luccia? Is that somewhere you went when you weren't captured? [ they are just trying to piece together from the tiny details he's given. ]
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