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[Written in fairly anonymous print. Yeah, driven in large part by Uru's departure - though to be honest now, one person leaving isn't just about one person leaving. It brings back memories of all the people who left before.]
I can't believe how much my perspective on people coming and going has changed here. I wish I could say it was for the better. I go back and forth on how this castle really is and how awful it actually is or isn't, but then there's always a reminder waiting to slap you in the face, right?
Someone leaves again. All our connections here are tenuous. Depending on the whim of the castle someone who'd been here for years could disappear, and then in a matter of days everyone who knew about them could disappear, and what with how the journals restarted, it's possible that no one who came in could even know who they were or why anyone cared about them. Like they'd never even been here.
Maybe that's what some people really want. People hate it here anyway. But it's weird.
[Rin is outside, sitting under Alexstrasza's tree - yet another memento of someone who was here and then gone and left hardly any trace except for those who know where to look.
She's bundled up to deal with the autumnal weather and leaning back against the warm flank of her Arcanine, flipping through the journal idly. Doing nothing and with nothing in particular in mind to do. She could probably find a job, but who cares? Nothing can't wait.]
I can't believe how much my perspective on people coming and going has changed here. I wish I could say it was for the better. I go back and forth on how this castle really is and how awful it actually is or isn't, but then there's always a reminder waiting to slap you in the face, right?
Someone leaves again. All our connections here are tenuous. Depending on the whim of the castle someone who'd been here for years could disappear, and then in a matter of days everyone who knew about them could disappear, and what with how the journals restarted, it's possible that no one who came in could even know who they were or why anyone cared about them. Like they'd never even been here.
Maybe that's what some people really want. People hate it here anyway. But it's weird.
[Rin is outside, sitting under Alexstrasza's tree - yet another memento of someone who was here and then gone and left hardly any trace except for those who know where to look.
She's bundled up to deal with the autumnal weather and leaning back against the warm flank of her Arcanine, flipping through the journal idly. Doing nothing and with nothing in particular in mind to do. She could probably find a job, but who cares? Nothing can't wait.]
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I feel the same way a lot of the time. [a pause, then more writing]
I've been here for a few years, and even though I'm really grateful for the friends that I have now, I still think a lot about the people who have gone home.
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[there's a pause, and then the journal probably picks up a nervous laugh] Sorry, I don't know if that makes any sense.
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In the end, I'd rather remember them and be sad, than be happy and forget them.
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[and she's not sure how to help with that, because it can be hard...]
I might have known some of your friends. So, if you'd ever like to talk about any of them with someone, you can contact me.
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[wow... it looks so long when it's put into words]
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[They've probably met, Rin thinks. Just by chance. A crossing of paths, here or there.]
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[look who's thinking along the same lines]
this person;
this person;
[ah... and if anonymity is out the window on her end, she stops writing and sheepishly laughs before saying]
H-Hello.
Colette;
Hello, Colette.
Rin?
Colette;
Rin;
It's funny how that can work... writing instead of talking.
Colette forever;
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[after all.. Colette said some stuff here that she wouldn't want to admit to people under normal circumstances]
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