I don't know their exact deal, and I suppose I'd just be jumping to conclusions if I tried, but. I guess I resented them knowing a little bit. They always did seem to be holding that dead man's name behind their teeth once they knew it.
It's almost like having a bit of yourself held hostage by another. A knowingness and a sense of judgment but not spoken enough to let you contradict it.
[ Primrose pauses, then glances down at her hands. ]
Though I cannot and will not say such was the feeling for you. It's only what I felt, interacting with them.
[there's a bit of laughter - almost humorless. but not quite devoid of it.]
No, you've-- struck true through the heart of it, I think. That is the exact feeling.
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I don't mind you knowing. I don't ... tell people, often. I suppose I've had it trotted out enough during that fun little memory show, but I don't tell people.
[ She can't say anything in response to that "fun little memory show", because she's the same. Things she'd never really intended to tell people, things that were not their business to know, just pressed forcibly into their minds.
But no one had, blessedly, seemed to linger on it. And Molly's memory, the one she had seen, witnessed--
Well, it's nothing she'll speak of without his prompting. At his admission, she blinks, quickly, surprised. ]
I... thought I might have been too forceful on the matter, so that you felt compelled to explain it. If such was not actually the case...
[ She's relieved. Glad she didn't force him to speak of it, not wishing to take away his choices, but mildly perplexed as to why he had decided to tell her. ]
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[He gives a soft snort.]
I . . . guess I mentioned, in a roundabout way, that someone else had this body before me. I think they felt a little of the same.
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[ Then again, she now knows gods and Mahito, so. ]
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[FUCKED UP AND BAD, ACTUALLY.]
I don't know their exact deal, and I suppose I'd just be jumping to conclusions if I tried, but. I guess I resented them knowing a little bit. They always did seem to be holding that dead man's name behind their teeth once they knew it.
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[ Primrose pauses, then glances down at her hands. ]
Though I cannot and will not say such was the feeling for you. It's only what I felt, interacting with them.
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No, you've-- struck true through the heart of it, I think. That is the exact feeling.
[...]
I don't mind you knowing. I don't ... tell people, often. I suppose I've had it trotted out enough during that fun little memory show, but I don't tell people.
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But no one had, blessedly, seemed to linger on it. And Molly's memory, the one she had seen, witnessed--
Well, it's nothing she'll speak of without his prompting. At his admission, she blinks, quickly, surprised. ]
I... thought I might have been too forceful on the matter, so that you felt compelled to explain it. If such was not actually the case...
[ She's relieved. Glad she didn't force him to speak of it, not wishing to take away his choices, but mildly perplexed as to why he had decided to tell her. ]