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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere2020-08-16 09:25 am
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Memory Cave

After the passengers see a glimpse of a life that is not their own they appear in a cave. It is light, a strange moss glowing on the walls and ceiling illuminates the cave nicely and it is large enough for them to pace around in without trouble.

They are not alone. In the cave with them is another voidtrecker. Maybe someone they know well, maybe someone they have only seen in the aisles of the train. But they are together in this cave together.

The cave has no exit, at least not yet. They know that it will, eventually. When the time is right.

But for that time to come, they first must talk...

(OOC: For reference: memories!)
blitzcheer: (saying i'm alright)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-08-23 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Ronan-" Tidus takes a few steps towards him, concern in that name when he sees the smear, the residue on him. Something's happening, he doesn't know what, and he doesn't know if it's this stupid dream or some other problem. No, what else can it be than the dream? And Tidus looks at the ragged walls of the cavern, luminescent, unhelpful, useless.

"I don't need to know his life story," he adds to the open space; wanting to help, but what even is this dream searching for? "You love Adam? I love Yuna--I loved her, I still do. She would have died if Yunalesca got her way. And I never told her I'd go when I always knew--because I didn't want to see her cry. 'Cause I was scared."

He speaks, rambles, taking the declaration of love and going with it too, searching in his own history some way of helping Ronan, if that's even the key. A force in those last words, an ugly truth. Because I was scared. Because I was a coward. Because I didn't want to die. Because she was the only thing keeping me standing.

"Yuna showed me what being alive was," he says, the words meaning more than their face, not filled with beauty or solely admiration. "In a real world."

The ugly truth of it, but also the will to live on, and to hope for change.