ⅹⅹ- [voice]

[mnementomori]

[a soft voice that might be familiar to some speaks up after a moment, a tinge of weariness in it.]

A lot of people...left again. I want people to be happy at home, but...


What...do you do when...your memories start to fade? I don't want to lose them forever.

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[imperial_ray]

Your... memory is fading?

[mnementomori]

My memory of my friends. The ones that have left.

Paderau...it was almost a year ago. I can't remember what her voice sounds like. Or Hikari, or...

[imperial_ray]

-... Well that was probably normal for most brains, Dizzy thought. But it didn't make it any less sad...-

But... you still remember that they were important to you.

[mnementomori]

I do. I just...I've never been away from someone I cared about this long before. I didn't realize I'd start to forget things.

[histrionic]

[Kuja could say something depressing about futility or transience or the meaninglessness of memory, or the fact that all things end, but she decides not to, for once. For now.]

Why don't you write them down?

[mnementomori]

How can you write what someone's voice sounds like?

[histrionic]

The sound of a voice can be described with words. Is it sonorous or soft? Rough or smooth? Does it remind you of bells ringing, or of birds singing?

Memory will fade. It is never perfect, never exact.

[mnementomori]

[she pauses for a moment, and there's just the sound of her breathing.]

M--...memories are important. They're all I have. If they go away, I--I'll stop being me.

[fionna_time]

...You can always make new ones.

It's what I do.

[mnementomori]

But you can't make them with people who are gone.

[fionna_time]

Nah.

All you can do is miss those guys.

[mnementomori]

I do miss them. But I don't want to forget them, and...

[she's afraid.]

I made things, to remember them by. But it's not working.

[text]

[mother_of_god]

[A text of singed letters unfurls]

You have to remember really hard. If you think hard enough, you can keep them.

[text]

[mnementomori]

[she replies in kind with slightly shaky writing.]

I'm trying, but I think I've already forgotten a little. How do I get it back?

[mother_of_god]

Things that belonged to them.

[She thinks about this for a bit. The other her supplies some more ideas.]

Places you went together. Things you did together.

It will be okay because they will always live in your heart.

[mnementomori]

In my heart...

[it's something Sora would say, and it warms her a little.]

Thank you. I think I knew that, but I forgot it, too.

[video]

[uberlikehermama]

... Xion?

*Vivio... really didn't know what to say here. So yeah, she's just going to keep looking into the vine looking a bit sad as she figures out what she can say.*

[video]

[mnementomori]

[she blinks in surprise when the mirror appears, but her face lights up. At least there's someone familiar that's still here.]

Hi, Vivio. I...I didn't mean to get all depressing, sorry.

[video]

[uberlikehermama]

*Okay, that's good that Xion's smiling a bit more now, but still...*

Do you want to go do something? You know, hang out in person?

[spacejumping]

Make a record of your memories.

[mnementomori]

I have a journal, but I can't write down voices or stuff like that.

[spacejumping]

Aren't our voices preserved on the Vine when we make use of it?

[cleaningstop]

You're losing your memories?!

[mnementomori]

Um--

I thought so, but everyone's saying it's normal, now. I just...didn't know it could happen.

[cleaningstop]

You... didn't know?