Forever feels like home

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. ]

...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.

[ 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.

[

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.

[Yuca is smiling, humming a quaint little children's song to himself while he gently pulls the sewing needle through a shirt that can be recognized as the overlarge one that Rain had been wearing upon his arrival. It looks significantly smaller now, possibly even the correct size.]

So, I've been thinking, [he murmurs happily,] we should organize some sort of order around here- it's all just chaos, even so far in- what about a schooling system? Or a law enforcement place? We should at least try to become a civilized society, even during all this madness.

[He smiles pleasantly at the camera, before looking back down to his sewing.]

Mm, Rain came back, can you believe it? I knew he would. He'll always come back for me. [A slight hint of the perfect way Yuca had lost his mind in those words, but it's only just barely there. He reaches up to his PCD after cutting the thread.]

( Filtered to list below || Unhackable )

( Filtered to Rhode and Kurotsuchi || Unhackable )


[ooc: **filtered to Alphonse, Xerxes, Zuko, Unohana, Kurotsuchi, and... I think that's it? If your character somehow knows about Yuca's past with Rain (and Yuca knows they know), ping me and I'll add your character to the filter.]

[Yuca sighs- he sounds older now, thank heavens, his voice is deeper, more sure of itself.]

That was quite the ordeal. But, it appears that I'm not a child anymore, at the very least. Thank you everyone, for putting up with me while that event was effecting me. Unlike some, it seems, I remember what happened to me last week, and I wasn't very nice to some of you- I'm sorry for that.

How was your experience, Adstring? From my understanding- and memories- if effected each of us differently.

[Private to Saul || Unhackable]

I don't know if you're still willing to be my ally, now that we've both changed and grown from who we were last week. If you're still interested, I wouldn't mind getting to know you, but... you said you hated adults then, and now I'm- well.

[Private to Xerxes Break || Unhackable]

I... I think we should have a little chat. I know you're sick, and I think I might know someone that can help.

[The video clicks on as the PCD clatters to the ground, fallen off of the blankets as Yuca throws them aside.

A quiet scream is heard, and from the awkward angle of the floor, a pattering of feet can be seen, running, running- but arriving nowhere.]

Name- my name-

[He stops just before the wall, slightly more in the view now that he was further away. His fist collides with the wood, before he sinks to his knees, fingernails scraping against the wall and clenching into fists, supported against it. His back is hunched, facing away from the PCD, and he whispers quietly, his words jumbling together in different languages, many of them long forgotten. This goes on for a good minute or two, before he steels himself and his body gives a wracking shudder.]

Out... of the depths. I- cry to you, O' Lord. H-hear my voice-

[And he collapses onto his side, his shoulders trembling with quiet sobs. The PCD times out a moment later.]