[why would your bracket text say that, noah? why would that be in your narration?]
I'm struggling with that, too. I already think I've come to know more than I ever thought I would about life and how people choose to spend their time. If only it were just that.
[Unfair, like a litany, has been playing the entire time they've been here. Whether it's the unfairness of their lives - short and brutal - or the unfairness of this place - idyllic and beautiful on the outside but slowly squeezing the hand of death around them nonetheless - both seem cruel. Dangle answers on a stick a few feet ahead of them, and then what? What are they supposed to do if their hands ever reach out and grasp those answers?]
It seems a bit trite to be saying this, especially given the things we've forgotten, but I want to remember this. I want there to be a record of it. [Maybe it's easier to sort her thoughts out with her eyes closed; Mio stays that way even as she speaks. Her hair lays flatter because of the humidity and steam, and Mio reaches up to slowly curl her fingers through it.] Not just for my sake, but so that no one forgets.
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I'm struggling with that, too. I already think I've come to know more than I ever thought I would about life and how people choose to spend their time. If only it were just that.
[Unfair, like a litany, has been playing the entire time they've been here. Whether it's the unfairness of their lives - short and brutal - or the unfairness of this place - idyllic and beautiful on the outside but slowly squeezing the hand of death around them nonetheless - both seem cruel. Dangle answers on a stick a few feet ahead of them, and then what? What are they supposed to do if their hands ever reach out and grasp those answers?]
It seems a bit trite to be saying this, especially given the things we've forgotten, but I want to remember this. I want there to be a record of it. [Maybe it's easier to sort her thoughts out with her eyes closed; Mio stays that way even as she speaks. Her hair lays flatter because of the humidity and steam, and Mio reaches up to slowly curl her fingers through it.] Not just for my sake, but so that no one forgets.