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[Okay, this is weird. He's not due a regain, so at first Dist is wary of the neat little box on his doorstep. He leaves it there for almost an hour but his curiosity finally gets the better of him; how bad could it be, really? Carefully he peels back the paper, peeking into the box...
The memories hit him like a train in the back of the head, and he doesn't even take the time to get his chair before he's off in the direction of Jade's house. Could it be a trick? Maybe. But that doesn't occur to him just then; he's always placed possibly too much trust and value in his memories, and now is no exception. When he gets there, he's pounding on the door with his fist.]
Jade! JADE!
The memories hit him like a train in the back of the head, and he doesn't even take the time to get his chair before he's off in the direction of Jade's house. Could it be a trick? Maybe. But that doesn't occur to him just then; he's always placed possibly too much trust and value in his memories, and now is no exception. When he gets there, he's pounding on the door with his fist.]
Jade! JADE!
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Date: 2011-02-15 08:09 pm (UTC)Tapping the top of the box, brows furrowed in thought. This could very well hold his fonic artes... but it also could not. And he was just going to ponder this more when he heard the knocking and that... that voice. Well he had every intention on ignoring him but it might just actually be important.
Who would ever have imagined that Dist would ever be remotely useful to him again. Heaving a small sigh he's getting up from his place in the kitchen, taking the box with him. He did not trust this 'family' of his and he would rather they not touch his things. Carrying the box under one arm he goes to answer the door, not looking very enthused. It didn't matter how useful Dist may or may not be, he was still quite the chore to speak with.
But he's opening the door looking unimpressed.]
Yes?
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Date: 2011-02-15 08:13 pm (UTC)How dare you! You get here and you don't even remind me?! You--
[He stops suddenly, finally noticing the box under Jade's arm.]
...Open it.
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Date: 2011-02-15 08:16 pm (UTC)Why... since you're interested in my personal business I no longer feel the need nor curiosity to open it.
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Date: 2011-02-15 08:20 pm (UTC)No, Jade, I know what's in there and you have to open it! Please!
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Date: 2011-02-15 10:50 pm (UTC)...
And then it him.
And then it hit him.
He very nearly dropped the box and that's when he finally looked back at the other man.]
...
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Date: 2011-02-15 11:09 pm (UTC)Whether Dist doesn't think to question the memories or of he simply doesn't want to, he can't say, because for him it's just justification for feelings that were there to begin with. Jade really does love him. All that talk of abandoning him, killing him... maybe it had just been a show. Maybe there's still a chance.]
...You see?
[OH GOD THE HOPE. WAT DO, JADE? WAT. DO.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:41 pm (UTC)Brows furrowing a touch as he looked to the man and back to the box.]
Can memories be fabricated and sent to us?
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:50 pm (UTC)...Does it matter? I remember... and you remember. That's what's important.
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Date: 2011-02-28 04:26 am (UTC)Do you honestly believe, in your heart and mind, that all of that transpired?
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Date: 2011-02-28 05:14 am (UTC)[It's a bad lie. It's bad because his expression doesn't say it the same way his tone does; what he's doing instead is searching for some kind of crack in Jade's demeanor, eyes darting up and down the man's face as though that will actually reveal anything.
As always, it's not until after he speaks that it sinks in that he knows better. He's been here a year. They've taken memories away; it follows that they'd be able to put in false ones. If you can remove a component, you can replace one, he's done it himself countless times. This is exactly as cruel as Mayfield has always been.
After all, it's a far more precise strike against him than it is against the colonel. For Jade it's a puzzling, if specific, example of what the place is capable of; for Dist it's a full-on slap in the face. Hey, this is what it might have been like if someone actually loved you.
He can't bring himself to pull away from the man's hand, but he's clearly having to restrain himself from some kind of emotional outburst. He actually whispers, something he doesn't do often.]
...This isn't fair.