[you enter the archway. it looks a little different tonight. the trees surrounding the garden have grown taller, closing in around them, their canopies spreading darkness. stones are protruding from the ground.]
[She accepts the tea, letting it cool down a little first.]
To be honest... I hesitated to bring this up because I wasn't sure you would believe me. But now that you have started to remember things... I think it's overdue. About a week ago, I tried to contact the one we have been referring to as the "dreamer," and I think I succeeded.
[oh. they sit there for a long second, looking down at the tea. and then there's a large breath, an odd thing to watch a statue do. the vines that poke out of their chest seem to be where it comes from, exhaling for their sake as they reach out.]
Nogiku. You shouldn't - don't do that. That could have been... you could have gotten hurt.
She diverts her gaze, just for a moment. Unsure of how to react in the face of their concern.]
I know, the Prism is dangerous. But... I wanted to try. We have so many questions and not enough answers, so... [... She shakes her head.] I won't do it again.
[Probably. Nogiku lifts her gaze again, frowning.]
Is it the dreamer that is dangerous? Or is the issue that I tried to contact them, when they're stuck in some kind of limbo?
[they continue to watch her, but it's hard to read, and shale does not stop to change their eyebrows to more worried ones. but they exhale when she says that.]
...Thank you. I get why you felt like you should.
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I'm not even sure who the "Dreamer" is, or if they're somebody at all, and not just some strange name you're seeing. But I get a bad feeling about it. It feels like you're poking into something that's...I just don't feel good about it.
...Before I came here, my home was a graveyard. I buried them, tended to them. It's a nice reminder. I was pretty fond of some of the old families we had resting in my care.
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Come on in.
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... Hello. It's changed since the last time I dropped by, huh?
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I've been remembering a little more this week. The trees surrounding this place...my home looked like that.
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[She glances around.]
It's nice. Do you want to talk about it? About your home?
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[pouring out a bit of tea, if she would like?]
But I'm sure you have things you want to talk about, too.
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[She would appreciate the tea, actually.]
But I won't press if you don't want to talk about it right away.
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[she can have some. it's a gentle green tea, with a bit of a soothing herbal blend.]
Why don't you tell me why you're here, and then I can tell you a little about that, too.
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[She accepts the tea, letting it cool down a little first.]
To be honest... I hesitated to bring this up because I wasn't sure you would believe me. But now that you have started to remember things... I think it's overdue. About a week ago, I tried to contact the one we have been referring to as the "dreamer," and I think I succeeded.
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Nogiku. You shouldn't - don't do that. That could have been... you could have gotten hurt.
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She diverts her gaze, just for a moment. Unsure of how to react in the face of their concern.]
I know, the Prism is dangerous. But... I wanted to try. We have so many questions and not enough answers, so... [... She shakes her head.] I won't do it again.
[Probably. Nogiku lifts her gaze again, frowning.]
Is it the dreamer that is dangerous? Or is the issue that I tried to contact them, when they're stuck in some kind of limbo?
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...Thank you. I get why you felt like you should.
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I'm not even sure who the "Dreamer" is, or if they're somebody at all, and not just some strange name you're seeing. But I get a bad feeling about it. It feels like you're poking into something that's...I just don't feel good about it.
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[they do seem relieved at this.]
Thank you for your trust in me.
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[A shrug! Shale has earned it.]
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Any decent person would be accommodating to strangers who were stranded in their home.
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[What if she just doesn't answer that? Nogiku looks up at the trees, blatantly changing the subject.]
... So... You said this place reminded you of your home?
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It does. The trees, the flowers. Nature. The graves, too.
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...Before I came here, my home was a graveyard. I buried them, tended to them. It's a nice reminder. I was pretty fond of some of the old families we had resting in my care.
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[are they?]
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