Yeah. Well . . . [He makes kind of a face, like he's processing that.] When I got mad at people, early on, because they kept saying we had to do whatever it took to save as many people as possible. . . That kind of thinking only made me think of the Gov and his crazy plan. But I know no one here is that cruel.
... I mean. Nah. No one here's planning on something that extreme. But we do have that kind of crap going on lowkey, so--
[ He'd keep going, but in the same way the scene changed when it was showing Galo's memory, it shifts again. And, well--
There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into Ash's mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from his stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Galo's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
[Whoa. He's kind of hit by this like it's a punch to the gut. And you should have told me, because same trauma. He stares at the ground, shocked for a few seconds, and scrubs at his eyes.]
[ Sans a government and kingdom wide cover up and the slaughter being done by his own home nation for an excuse to invade their neighbours, but... fire? Lots of loss? And yeah, the government technically was invoved in both of them... Same hat.
Down with the government, etc etc.
Ash just looks un-fuckin'-impressed with life and sighs. ]
Because it happened. Sure, you can't dwell on the past. You have to keep moving forward! But that doesn't mean you have to make yourself forget all of it.
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[ He'd keep going, but in the same way the scene changed when it was showing Galo's memory, it shifts again. And, well--
There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into Ash's mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from his stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Galo's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
It doen't look that way anymore. ]
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Ash. . .
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Down with the government, etc etc.
Ash just looks un-fuckin'-impressed with life and sighs. ]
This shit is getting really old, really fast.
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Anyway, Galo collects himself, and he looks sympathetic.]
Yeah, it definitely is. I didn't know, though. That your home burned down and was destroyed like that.
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[ ash shrugs. ]
Might as well have happened to someone else. It was a long time ago.
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[He's not judging, just challenging him a little.]
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Almost everyone’s dead and whoever the hell did make it out didn’t stick around to wait for me, so why waste time thinking about them?
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