April 8th | Text

[realimperfect]

I've been thinking, lately, about something I experienced back in the place where I was born..

If you could meet yourself as a child…

Would she/he be proud of you?

What kind of excuse would you say to excuse the things you've done or the person you've become?

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[realimperfect]

That's how it's always been, hasn't it? One group of people presumes themselves to be entirely superior to another and either justifies their slaughter or attempts to indoctrinate and change them in to the fellow citizen they want them to be by whatever measures possible? Maybe both, if they're feeling completely masochistic or just ambitious that year?

That's what Romdeau did to immigrants after it destroyed Mosk - and I'm sure it's happened before hand in different domes with different leaders. Most races or groups consider themselves superior to others in one way or another - so to hold one as an exceptional example to the contrary is a simple lie.

[ She's had a lot of time to think, here, over her discussions with Vincent, over things he's said since they'd gone off on this grand 'adventure' together after the collapse of the dome - a lot of time to think about what they'd discovered and how it all pieced together. Her paper notebook, in the Rabbit, had been filled with their scribbles trying to place every thing together and more perfectly come to understand just what the hell Vincent was remembering, and where it fit in with the concrete evidence they had found.

Meanwhile, Re-l seemed to become more jaded about humans as a whole, but that's really no surprise. ]