death_begins | Forty-fifth rebirth [Video]

I remember-

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I remember when a boy with bones through his ear touched my forehead and smeared blood across my cheek. I remember- lying in a bed of flowers, staring up at the sky, and thinking... terrible things. Things that would have made the boy cry.

[He's quiet again, thoughtful.]

Shards of glass are coming together, but the mirror is still cracked. The patterns are untraceable. [Glancing down toward the PCD screen, his eyes unfocused as he tries to make out his reflection in the plastic.

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...I want to sit by the fire and roast the day's kill. I want to wrestle my brothers again. I- I want to win the war. [A pause. Yuca bites his lip.] But I- I can't remember what I look like. My brothers are dead, my mothers are dead- here are their graves, and yet- I can't see myself standing before them.

[He's deeply troubled by this- trying to put pieces together, only to have the single, important vein of it missing, like a cold blue marble without threads of white to interlock the colors together.]

It's a waiting game now.

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It's... like it's stuck permanently on that. Yuca's expression itself looks rather blank, as he stares toward the PCD screen, fiddling with it a little. The ellipses move and are replaced with- more ellipses.

He pages through the recent posts, aware that the feed is being recorded, but still too- absent to really care.]

Adstringendum. A shard- I think it's the present, but then again, everything is. Everything happens simultaneously. I remember- growing flowers of my own. After him.

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Your kindness is insane. It's what brings everything forward, it stops the endless motion and- I can find the ground when I'm talking to you.

...Rain.

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He finally smiles. He remembers him. Maybe not as much as he should, he's still not a full soul yet, but he knows him.]

Rain, can you come home now? I think I miss you.

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[Horst leans back, kicks his feet up on the desk. Don't tell little brother.]

I think so. Lots of candy, flowers, dinner. There aren't flowers here and most of my candy goes to Fraulein Rhode, but we can come up with something, eh?

There were flowers, once.

Yeah. You had some here, I think.

--Any feelings on trees? [Just remembering that tree that Hawke's babysitting. Instead of flowers HAVE A SAPLING, Yuca.]

...trees?

[Puzzled.]

Ahh, you'll see.

I can't go out in the sun--I don't know if you remember that. [The scar on your throat, Yuca, remember?] But what time do you want to meet?

After dark, then.

[He smiles, leaning back in his chair a little.]

You'll have to tell me if you remember any other Valentine's Days you've celebrated. I've never been very creative with them, this'll be new for me.

There are bits and pieces.

Nothing with you wearing lingerie.

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Uh- n-no. I don't think so.

[Innocent face.]

Are you sure? It's part of Valentine's Day.

Yes.

[He just. Stares at him.]

And I... I'm not sure if I believe you.

About lingerie? Why would I lie? [Playful grin]

Really, ask anyone! Lacy, frilly things are all the rage this time of year.

...I don't think you'd be able to find any.

Maybe not for myself but I'd look terrible in a corset anyway.

Ah but seriously, I'll meet you at the bar [x,y]. Just after sundown. Is Rain going to be back home with you by then?

[His face falls slightly.]

I- I don't know. He hasn't- I haven't heard from him.

He doesn't use the network much. I'm sure Al will tell him.

Oh- that's a good idea. I'll ask him.

He'll be happy to see you, Yuca.

[No question in Horst's mind. No matter how confused Rain was. As happy as Horst is to have Yuca 'back', he can only guess it will be even more for the kid.]

I just took in Alice Liddell, maybe we can take the kids out sometime. They're not the same age but we could find something fun for them to do.

Who's Alice Liddell?

Little blond girl, she's very British. She's only eight but she's very precocious. And she makes better tea than I do, for future reference.

--you know come to think of it, I never met Rain.

Haven't you?

[He looks at him curiously, before glancing off.]

I don't know if I have either.

You will soon. [He's learning to take some of this in stride. He shifts to get more comfortable, and for a moment the PCD shows his bubble: there are a lot of scribbles in the background, but in the fore is a heart, a warm dark red color, and completely stable.]

Hopefully I will, too.

[....awww, Horst. Yuca's little heart blips back for a moment, and he gives another one of his rare smiles.]

Thank you.

[Shh, that was supposed to be secret. Horst has an easy smile normally anyway, but it's warmer, almost to himself when he sees Yuca's.]

For what?

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