puzzle pieces? Of something that I don't know the outcome to.
At first, it seemed like it'd be something grand when it was finished, but now that more of them have been put together... I'm not sure I like the picture that's forming.
It may not be you, but it someone who shares your appearance. Even the same personality, and friends. To not empathise would be... concerning.
The pieces build up to form something that seemed to be solid when you had the outer pieces in place, but by the time you have placed the final pieces into that frame you realise it is crumbling, and the picture is wrong and distorted.
[ That alone is enough to make him uncomfortable, immediately. ]
Literally, or more along the lines of an arranged marriage...?
Not that there is much difference in terms of betrayal of your trust, but... you have no context for why?
[ From what he knew of that man, the way he'd stalked Haru through the streets and acted as if he were entitled to her, like a toy he'd bought and purchased.... leaves him feeling cold inside. ]
I just know he was going to send me to his home, to... make me live with him. I had no say in any of it, and if what he said was anything to go by, I... didn't have a say in a lot of the things he did. It sounded like I had no prior knowledge of this happening, either.
[On the other side, she rubs at the bridge of her nose. This whole thing's been giving her a headache since she woke up.]
I don't know what to think. I hardly knew Papa in this life, so I can't help wondering... if he would've been like this, had he lived.
I think it would be impossible to say if he would be like this here. But if he were, I would certainly not let him pawn you off like a trophy against your will.
... Perhaps it would be better not to consider it too hard until you have all the pieces of the puzzle. Even if that sounds near impossible to do. There can be... small things missing, mere flashes of a memory that change your entire perspective for better or worse.
Until you reach that point, I would be at loathe to see you struggle with a situation you currently only hold fragments of the truth to.
[ He'd had Akira tell him everything at once, but... there had still been that dawning horror when Madarame had gone from a plagiarist to a murderer in less than a second. ]
I know, but you're right - it's hard not to. It's been on my mind since I woke up.
But I know what you mean, about a memory changing perspectives entirely. Before this, I thought I was engaged to that man of my own will, and... I admit, I had a hard time resisting judging myself for it.
Is it considered judging myself if it's another version of me?
Maybe? I confess I'm not sure if these people are alternates of us, or... from a time and place we do not remember, or merely elaborate visions created by Retrospec to confuse us.
They look and act like us, but are we responsible for their actions as much as we are ou own? I'm not sure.
... Although if I were to find out this other version of myself were engaged to someon as crude as the man you have described, I don't think I would be too impressed of other!me.
It's... a small comfort, at least, that I wouldn't pursue someone like that of my own will.
[It still makes her uncomfortable to go outside when it's a foggy day. She keeps thinking that man will find her again, even though she knows it's over.]
And... I know you said we shouldn't make assumptions based on what little memories we have, but I believe we try to change his heart? Her father's, I mean.
Your tastes are far more superior than that specimen. That I can confirm with complete truth.
... If she were suffering and the thieves got wind of it, chances are we probably did intervene one way or another, yes. Finding those in need, who couldn't be helped through regular means, and helping them where others wouldn't...
[That first part actually does make her smile and laugh. It's pretty much exactly what she needed, too.]
Thank you. I'm glad you have such faith in my tastes.
I remember awakening to my Persona, and I didn't know who he was at first. But even though he looked... bizarre, he still looked just like him. Her... my? father.
I was betraying his wants and expectations, announcing that I'd no longer be his subservient puppet. Recalling that last memory now, those pieces fit together now, at least in some way.
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It's about my other self, and her... circumstances.
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... Are you alright?
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It's not my life, after all. Not anymore.
But... I don't know. It's like
puzzle pieces? Of something that I don't know the outcome to.
At first, it seemed like it'd be something grand when it was finished, but now that more of them have been put together... I'm not sure I like the picture that's forming.
I'm sorry, does that make any sense?
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... yes. That makes a lot of sense.
It may not be you, but it someone who shares your appearance. Even the same personality, and friends. To not empathise would be... concerning.
The pieces build up to form something that seemed to be solid when you had the outer pieces in place, but by the time you have placed the final pieces into that frame you realise it is crumbling, and the picture is wrong and distorted.
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...
I've told you about that man stalking me during October, right? That disgusting, awful creep?
After that happened, I found out he was my fiancé. In that other life.
And just last night, there was... something else. Another piece to it.
Papa - my father in that life, he was... I think he was selling me to him. To that man.
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[ That alone is enough to make him uncomfortable, immediately. ]
Literally, or more along the lines of an arranged marriage...?
Not that there is much difference in terms of betrayal of your trust, but... you have no context for why?
[ From what he knew of that man, the way he'd stalked Haru through the streets and acted as if he were entitled to her, like a toy he'd bought and purchased.... leaves him feeling cold inside. ]
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I just know he was going to send me to his home, to... make me live with him. I had no say in any of it, and if what he said was anything to go by, I... didn't have a say in a lot of the things he did. It sounded like I had no prior knowledge of this happening, either.
[On the other side, she rubs at the bridge of her nose. This whole thing's been giving her a headache since she woke up.]
I don't know what to think. I hardly knew Papa in this life, so I can't help wondering... if he would've been like this, had he lived.
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... Perhaps it would be better not to consider it too hard until you have all the pieces of the puzzle. Even if that sounds near impossible to do. There can be... small things missing, mere flashes of a memory that change your entire perspective for better or worse.
Until you reach that point, I would be at loathe to see you struggle with a situation you currently only hold fragments of the truth to.
[ He'd had Akira tell him everything at once, but... there had still been that dawning horror when Madarame had gone from a plagiarist to a murderer in less than a second. ]
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But I know what you mean, about a memory changing perspectives entirely. Before this, I thought I was engaged to that man of my own will, and... I admit, I had a hard time resisting judging myself for it.
Is it considered judging myself if it's another version of me?
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Maybe? I confess I'm not sure if these people are alternates of us, or... from a time and place we do not remember, or merely elaborate visions created by Retrospec to confuse us.
They look and act like us, but are we responsible for their actions as much as we are ou own? I'm not sure.
... Although if I were to find out this other version of myself were engaged to someon as crude as the man you have described, I don't think I would be too impressed of other!me.
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[It still makes her uncomfortable to go outside when it's a foggy day. She keeps thinking that man will find her again, even though she knows it's over.]
And... I know you said we shouldn't make assumptions based on what little memories we have, but I believe we try to change his heart? Her father's, I mean.
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... If she were suffering and the thieves got wind of it, chances are we probably did intervene one way or another, yes. Finding those in need, who couldn't be helped through regular means, and helping them where others wouldn't...
That was very much their thing.
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Thank you. I'm glad you have such faith in my tastes.
I remember awakening to my Persona, and I didn't know who he was at first. But even though he looked... bizarre, he still looked just like him. Her... my? father.
I was betraying his wants and expectations, announcing that I'd no longer be his subservient puppet. Recalling that last memory now, those pieces fit together now, at least in some way.
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Breaking away from something that hurt us, or smothered us when it should have been helping us.