soul_campaign | 28th February | Early morning hours

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28th February | Early morning hours | Text

The problem with questions, memories, and interactions is that once they occur they are difficult to forget or take back. I am struck time and time again, as people appear and leave this place, how people are difficult and painful gateways to new experiences..

And yet as they possess the power to bring great beauty and opportunity to learn, they also bring with them the ability take their piece of truth and the spice of their life with them when they disappear from this city.

Truth and memories are horrifically inescapable. Don't you think?

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So you did try?

He's not a fellow citizen, oddly left handed and incapable of keeping even a ship so small as the Rabbit clean.
Not to mention the fact that my life was dictated by my grandfather, to keep a long story short.

... The draw was a strange factor I didn't quite understand, either.

I have a hard time picturing you letting anyone tell you what to do.

I assume 'citizen' has a status attached in your world that means more than just living in a particular country?

My grandfather was the Regent of Romdeau city - he could get to anyone, even my doctor who had an unhealthy obsession with trying to make me love him to the point that he made a more perfect clone for himself after I chose to leave. He had his hands on Iggy, on Daedalus, Laccan, Derida..

Needless to say it would take leaving or becoming even more of a social pariah to escape him.

Yes and No. The meaning is more to stroke the people's egos, really. But I would have rather been called a fellow citizen than "His Excellency's Granddaughter" at every damn turn.

I didn't grow up in an environment anything like that. But I was on my own from the time I was fourteen.

What happened?

I dig up things that I wasn't supposed to know, tilted what my grandfather was trying to achieve in bringing Vincent back and learning about proxies on its head by helping him escape Romdeau again.

Eventually the entire place went to hell and dropped out of the suspended dome structure. [ A pause, then. ]

They all died. Vincent, Pino, Kristeeva and I managed to escape, though.

.... But learning the truth wasn't necessarily what I thought it would be.

Do you regret any of it?

[He'll answer that himself, if she asks, and with some details; it's only fair after all she's told him.]

No. I only regret being naive enough to think that learning the truth would make me happy. And while there is happiness to be found out there in the world, with Vincent and the others, learning everything that my grandfather and the Administrative Bureau had kept from the people of Romdeau city and myself was...

[ A long pause, but then she just makes a dismissive noise. ] I won't miss any of them.

.. What about you, though? You made it seem as though you'd had something like that happen to you, in a round about way.

The truth is necessary, but not sufficient.

Someone died who shouldn't have. Because of me. That's the only thing I regret. [Once, he would have claimed he didn't regret anything.]

The idiot masses in my world worshipped a spoiled child, because he could kill anyone, and called it justice. When I went out on my own, it was to take him down.

The truth was much more terrible than I could have imagined. And to have your own grandfather attempt to assassinate you for finding it is a less than forgivable circumstance.

[ She might have been angry about Vincent killing him if not for the circumstances. Besides, it was good to finally admit to herself that she didn't really care for Donov Mayer, so much as just wanted his approval. ]

Idiot masses are a commonality between us, then. Was this someone very important to you?

My best friend. He's here.

[Mello doubts he'll ever be grateful to Death City for dragging him in, but being able to tell Matt he's sorry to his face... it's not nothing.]

I wouldn't have forgiven that, either. Is the truth you found something you can tell?

It probably wouldn't make sense, to anyone who hasn't lived in a place hailed as a 'last paradise' to the hell outside, only to find that there were people there, living and surviving on the supposedly 'dead' Earth...

[ She pauses, as if contemplating. ] Maybe Vincent will show up soon, if BREW chooses.

Keeping the masses docile through fear is a constant from world to world, though.

I wouldn't call it fear so much as simple... brain washing. Life became such a rinse and repeat process day to day that people simply followed instead of thinking..

That's a constant, too.

Say that only evil people are being murdered, and the self-righteous will line up to call it a good thing. And anyone with something to hide will scream the loudest about it being justice, to mask their own guilt.

Of course, that's how humans work after all. Everything is justified until it goes against what you want, how you think, or uncovers any rottenness in the past.

Most humans.

[He considers himself exempt.]

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