[Geez, talk about heavy. The Replica's brow furrows, and he rubs at his forehead. It's not something he's personally experienced, but one thing's for sure: it sounds like one serious misunderstanding.]
So what happened to Pulse after the war?
[Given the clashing ideals, he doubts it's anything pretty.]
[her expression is ambiguous, ambivalent. in the slightly awkward silence that follows, she reflects upon purposefully neglecting to mention the exact circumstances of how she and Fang survived the devastation. she of course has an answer (a lie) lined up if he asks, but...]
[Hmm... That's tough, because his world was technically just a castle, whereas the home he remembers came from borrowed memories.
His brow furrows, and he folds his arms.]
If you want to get technical, I was made in a place called Castle Oblivion. Full of plain, white halls that go on forever, rooms that simulate people's memories, and all the fighting was done with cards.
[... she's not sure what she expected, but it's definitely not that.]
That's... quite the unique place! I haven't heard of anything like that before, that's for sure. [part of her kind of wants to ask about the last thing he mentioned just because of how silly it is, but...] What do you mean, "simulate people's memories"?
Exactly what it sounds like. The floors take your memories and create illusions and stuff. You just hold up a card, and it'll be like walking through a real world.
[He didn't experience much of it, just Twilight Town, but it was enough to give a clear impression. That castle was something else.]
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So what happened to Pulse after the war?
[Given the clashing ideals, he doubts it's anything pretty.]
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There really weren't any survivors?
[That's... bleak. Almost unbelievable, and he spends the next few moments in silence, letting it all sink in.]
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Just my friend and I.
[her expression is ambiguous, ambivalent. in the slightly awkward silence that follows, she reflects upon purposefully neglecting to mention the exact circumstances of how she and Fang survived the devastation. she of course has an answer (a lie) lined up if he asks, but...]
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What does he say? It's something he doesn't totally understand.
Well, then again, the islands disappeared, didn't they? But they came back. This is... different.]
I... sorry. If you want to talk about something else, I'd understand.
[Because this is treading into deeply personal territory, and he doubts she'd wanna linger.]
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It's all right. You didn't force me to keep talking, yeah?
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[He runs his fingers through his hair, breathing an airy laugh.]
Puts things into perspective, that's for sure. But... I hope there's a way to save your world somehow. Find peace, I guess...
[Granted, that's kinda a tall order. He's not even sure how feasible it is.]
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[she gives him another trademark smile. though now she's a little curious...]
Would it be rude of me to ask about your world? You don't have to if you don't want to.
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His brow furrows, and he folds his arms.]
If you want to get technical, I was made in a place called Castle Oblivion. Full of plain, white halls that go on forever, rooms that simulate people's memories, and all the fighting was done with cards.
[Yes, cards.]
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That's... quite the unique place! I haven't heard of anything like that before, that's for sure. [part of her kind of wants to ask about the last thing he mentioned just because of how silly it is, but...] What do you mean, "simulate people's memories"?
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[He didn't experience much of it, just Twilight Town, but it was enough to give a clear impression. That castle was something else.]
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[she's honestly just trying to understand it by her own terms. world shenanigans are weird.]
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[Hmm, which brings up a puzzling question.]
I'm not even sure how they made me in a place like that.
[Doesn't help that he forgot, but e sure didn't see any labs.]
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[Snorting, he points to himself.]
But I don't know. I'd take weird illusions over losing all my powers and sprouting scales. I'm not even sure how the god's pulled that off.