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[ It felt as though all known laws of the universe were flipped on their head. If he hadn't known Ziva, he might think she was speaking complete nonsense. Oh, she was saying words, and those words held meaning, but they made no sense. Everyone she knew (including those other Warriors of Light, from the sound of it) had the same memories, yet none but he could remember her? What, then. Was Ziva interchangeable with any of these other so-called warriors of light? How absurd.
He scowled, grit his teeth. His hand clenched tight around the cup in front of him. If he thought it would help, he'd try to shake some sense into Thancred and Alphinaud, set their memory straight by force, but that would help little and likely cause more problems.
It doesn't escape his notice, the things that go unsaid, and he's suddenly grateful he kept his earlier thoughts to himself. If he had said he was glad she hadn't been alone...well. It would have no doubt left a sour taste in both their mouths. Because she had been alone, or at the very least forgotten or replaced by whatever impacted the memories of her friends. ]
And no one knows the reason for this? Dark magic, maybe...? [ Look. He's no Aetherologist, but he knows memories can be altered at least slightly. The Pixies did it to Rhyne and Thancred in Il Meng, to obscure their memory of Urianger's home. So maybe...no. That didn't really track. It wouldn't explain why he's here. ]
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[She says it simply and quietly, and finds herself wishing she had something much stronger in her coffee mug now.
At least someone is here now that knows her. She knows they haven't all been so lucky. She considers telling him what else she knows, about how some have come and gone from other worlds after being drawn from their homes and before winding up here, but in a rare moment of restraint she realizes those aren't her stories to tell. What little she knew she'd either been told in confidence or didn't quite trust herself to recount properly.
No... best to leave it to them to tell it. Let Ardbert speak to the others for himself. Besides, after a century of wandering alone it would probably do him quite a bit of good to be able to speak to someone other than her, and that thought was enough to chase off any lingering frustration or hurt.
She elaborates with a gesture of her hand, tail moving to and fro with her restlessness.]
So far as we've been able to tell we all come from some sort of... alternate realities, as if the source and its reflections have been duplicated several times over. Each copy seems to have its own Warrior of Light, but it seems everyone else is more or less the same, save for their memories of-- ah--
[With a soft huff Ziva shut her eyes and shook her head, bringing her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose.]
--"us"? The warriors? This is too damned much for me. It's all a damn mess, and still not our main concern, besides. More a point of curiosity, to be truthful.
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As much as Ardbert wants to know the how and the why of this nonsense, he knows better than to think on it much longer. He would end up wanting to bang his head against a wall before long. He's a fighter, not someone who could puzzle out a mystery of this magnitude.
He settles back to a more relaxed posture, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. ]
If that's not our main concern, I'm guessing being...brought to this place is? Unless there's even more I'm unaware of.
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... Yes.
[That's it. That's the answer. Yes to both. Yes to all of it. Yes to everything. This shit is weird, mate.]
Things are quiet here for the most part. Every now and again some weird shite goes down that we find ourselves roped into, but otherwise we all just live normal lives here.
[Finally her frustration over the topic a moment ago falls away, and she offers her companion a crooked smile.]
I'd be lying if I said I'm anything but glad you're here with us now. I realize this might not have been your first choice, but...
[Ah, but words are difficult, easy to say, harder to choose carefully, at least for her. She knows he must miss his original companions (who knows, maybe they'll turn up as well), but she's still glad to know he'll get a second lease on life along with the others that have been lost along the way. They deserve it. Most aren't that lucky, and she hopes to see him make the most of it.]
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He wants to hope, though. As much as he misses his friends, and as confusing as the whole situation is, he can't deny how appealing a normal life sounds. ]
First choice or not, I'm here now. Full glad for it too, believe it or not.
[ He just wishes...his friends could be here, too. If anyone's deserving of a second chance, it's them. ]
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Still, the man deserved his rest, and she knew she'd find anyone who tried to take that from him and she'd tear them a new asshole.]
Take heart... there's always a chance.
[She said it with surprising softness, a tentative hope that she wasn't fully sure he'd want to be given, but he'd seen his hope rewarded before.]
After all, this place saw fit to see us reunited. I mean it, of all the faces I could've seen from home, yours is the one I'm most grateful for, and not just because you remember me.
[But maybe this was too emotional for a reunion. For a moment she let the sentiment linger, gave him a chance to respond if he wished, but was ready to offer a segue should it be too much.]