[ Takes it and holds it carefully in his hands for a moment. ]
That's an interesting notion — that someone might hide such knowledge in plain sight or rather — like a needle in a haystack for one of us to discover.
None of substance. Philosophy of the self does not explain the sudden growth of new appendages or...halos. [ He gestures to the one on his head. ] Ever since my last memory, I found I could grow more wings as well.
Two more aside from the ones already on my head...and the ones that occasionally grow from my back. I would not say I was particularly angelic in those memories. More like something alien...
[ He shakes his head. ]
Do you have any literary recommendations for me in return? Another palate cleanser perhaps?
It's a story about a creature who arrives from another world and how they become part of a family. It's quaint. Perhaps a little mindless at times. But a good distraction if that is what you are looking for.
My past self had a more troubled life and more grief. Perhaps, I could envision myself as the alien who arrives at another world only to be adopted, though I would insist they take Ava too.
According to that performance— the one with the wisps that glowed— by all rights, I should be a dragon. But in all of them, I've only witnessed an awkward human not too unlike myself.
I'm sorry to hear that the you in your visions also lived a life of grief. And such that you also called them memories, I am sorry that you have to take upon yourself the burden of them.
A dragon? [ He looks Jun up and down, and well, he can see it. His feathers move in front of his cheeks as he looks away. ]
That is better than whatever I turned into...I was some kind of giant, metallic conductor and then something else entirely. I believe they were deities of some sort.
A wingless yet wealthy dragon. Or so the wisps led me to believe. I suppose once until the Ticketmaster grants me a vision with my dragon self, I cannot completely verify such a claim.
[ It is Jun's turn to glance at Friday silently for a moment before he places a hand on his shoulder ]
I think an angel of music would be awe-inspiring. But perhaps that's because I'm finding I have an inherent fondness for the divine.
I do not know if it was divine or simply monstrous...there were those trying to kill me. I could not tell you why, but I do not believe it was because I was good-hearted.
It does not matter though...that is no longer who I am. [ Not if he can help it. ]
I do find it wild, though, how many of the people in the visions are something more than human. It only makes me more curious on what exactly their criteria for a "legend" is.
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That's an interesting notion — that someone might hide such knowledge in plain sight or rather — like a needle in a haystack for one of us to discover.
Have you come across any interesting theories?
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[ Glances up at the halo ]
Friday. Gain any more and you'll be the most Angelic out of all of us.
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[ He shakes his head. ]
Do you have any literary recommendations for me in return? Another palate cleanser perhaps?
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[ Pulls out a book from the shelves ]
It's a story about a creature who arrives from another world and how they become part of a family. It's quaint. Perhaps a little mindless at times. But a good distraction if that is what you are looking for.
[ As he holds the book out to him ]
Are your visions not treating you well?
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My past self had a more troubled life and more grief. Perhaps, I could envision myself as the alien who arrives at another world only to be adopted, though I would insist they take Ava too.
Have you looked at your own at all?
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According to that performance— the one with the wisps that glowed— by all rights, I should be a dragon. But in all of them, I've only witnessed an awkward human not too unlike myself.
I'm sorry to hear that the you in your visions also lived a life of grief. And such that you also called them memories, I am sorry that you have to take upon yourself the burden of them.
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A dragon? [ He looks Jun up and down, and well, he can see it. His feathers move in front of his cheeks as he looks away. ]
That is better than whatever I turned into...I was some kind of giant, metallic conductor and then something else entirely. I believe they were deities of some sort.
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[ It is Jun's turn to glance at Friday silently for a moment before he places a hand on his shoulder ]
I think an angel of music would be awe-inspiring. But perhaps that's because I'm finding I have an inherent fondness for the divine.
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It does not matter though...that is no longer who I am. [ Not if he can help it. ]
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Legend or not, there is something extraordinary about all of us, even those not chosen to go on this voyage. No life is more important than any other.