Usually no. [ pops the fruit piece into his mouth. ]
"Lotus Island." Something about it, a mechanic of sorts that would activate. It separated us the first time. I ended up in a mansion, and when I explored... I found portraits of myself. Moments throughout my life.
Another spark, then suddenly I was trapped in the wing with a fire spreading. As the portraits burned, I started to forget parts of myself- I think. It wasn't long until I burned to death. [ Jin stuffs her muzzle against his hand, whining softly. ] When we woke up, it was back near the beginning of the island. I remembered dying, could feel phantom pains of it. We remembered our previous path we took and went a different way.
We ended up coming to a cliffside and the mechanic happened again. A bone I had been using to help myself climb was suddenly impaled in my hand. [ looks at his hand that, well is now healed but. ] They aren't usually real but I still have the injuries from it. Not just that timeline, but the previous one as well.
[ ... ]
"The art of regret is a time-honored tradition. You will be a part of that heritage, dear listener. Do not resist, it will be over soon. Your participation will ensure clear communication with Biyoo, Aruji, and Nikaido."
[ at least, throughout his storytelling, he sounds and seems like himself. tired, frustrated, a hot anger that blazes when he thinks of how Biyoo was right there. real or not- his mind, his body, it's convinced it was her. her that he felt in his arms, the sound of her voice as she praised and encouraged him. it brings a stinging heartbreak in his chest. ]
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"Lotus Island." Something about it, a mechanic of sorts that would activate. It separated us the first time. I ended up in a mansion, and when I explored... I found portraits of myself. Moments throughout my life.
Another spark, then suddenly I was trapped in the wing with a fire spreading. As the portraits burned, I started to forget parts of myself- I think. It wasn't long until I burned to death. [ Jin stuffs her muzzle against his hand, whining softly. ] When we woke up, it was back near the beginning of the island. I remembered dying, could feel phantom pains of it. We remembered our previous path we took and went a different way.
We ended up coming to a cliffside and the mechanic happened again. A bone I had been using to help myself climb was suddenly impaled in my hand. [ looks at his hand that, well is now healed but. ] They aren't usually real but I still have the injuries from it. Not just that timeline, but the previous one as well.
[ ... ]
"The art of regret is a time-honored tradition. You will be a part of that heritage, dear listener. Do not resist, it will be over soon. Your participation will ensure clear communication with Biyoo, Aruji, and Nikaido."
[ at least, throughout his storytelling, he sounds and seems like himself. tired, frustrated, a hot anger that blazes when he thinks of how Biyoo was right there. real or not- his mind, his body, it's convinced it was her. her that he felt in his arms, the sound of her voice as she praised and encouraged him. it brings a stinging heartbreak in his chest. ]