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mountain_sage) wrote2013-02-18 03:36 pm
mountain_sage) wrote2013-02-18 03:36 pm
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068 [Video]
[Every year, Saleh had tried to learn something about love from the Valentine's Day experiment. To explore how it felt to be in love. So maybe one day, if he truly fell in love, he would know.]
[He dared not speak about the affections he had felt for certain (multiple) people, but he remember the feelings. The feelings of affection towards those people, the overabundance of worry and concern for those people, the constant worry about their well-being. And his desire to see them as much as possible, or to be with them always.]
[But this reflection has given him a recollection of earlier months when he had felt all of these things. He remembered when Julia was here, he was overly concerned for her. He knew the strength in her heart, and yet he couldn't help worrying about her, how the experiments and other events had affected her. He had wanted to be with her, to comfort her and bring out her own strength. Did this truly mean that he had been in love with her? Even now, he can't tell.]
[But now Julia was long gone. It's pointless to feel this way now. But the pain of realizing it far too late was sharp, almost unbearable. How could he have been so foolish to have not realized it before? This was one of those rare moments that Saleh could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He can't let himself cry, though. Still the thoughts rushed through his mind. After Julia, how could he possibly fall in love with someone else? Was it possible? Like any wave of painful emotions, he would have to get past them and move on. One thing Saleh could do was confide in the wisdom of others, who are more familiar with this love thing than he is. And so he picks up his journal, wiping the stray tears from his eyes, and addresses the population with a single question.]
...Has anyone ever fallen in love, only to realize it much too late?
[He dared not speak about the affections he had felt for certain (multiple) people, but he remember the feelings. The feelings of affection towards those people, the overabundance of worry and concern for those people, the constant worry about their well-being. And his desire to see them as much as possible, or to be with them always.]
[But this reflection has given him a recollection of earlier months when he had felt all of these things. He remembered when Julia was here, he was overly concerned for her. He knew the strength in her heart, and yet he couldn't help worrying about her, how the experiments and other events had affected her. He had wanted to be with her, to comfort her and bring out her own strength. Did this truly mean that he had been in love with her? Even now, he can't tell.]
[But now Julia was long gone. It's pointless to feel this way now. But the pain of realizing it far too late was sharp, almost unbearable. How could he have been so foolish to have not realized it before? This was one of those rare moments that Saleh could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He can't let himself cry, though. Still the thoughts rushed through his mind. After Julia, how could he possibly fall in love with someone else? Was it possible? Like any wave of painful emotions, he would have to get past them and move on. One thing Saleh could do was confide in the wisdom of others, who are more familiar with this love thing than he is. And so he picks up his journal, wiping the stray tears from his eyes, and addresses the population with a single question.]
...Has anyone ever fallen in love, only to realize it much too late?
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I had felt my love was realized too late and spoken for too late, but it was reciprocated in time. It was not an easy thing to deal with, and our relationship was not perfect, but for myself it was not too late.
[He's derailing. He just...misses Cassie. He's certain he'll never see her again, and if he does it might not be the Cassie he had died for.]
Perhaps it might not be too late for you, as well. I cannot say for sure either way, but do not give up hope just yet.
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[He sighs, as he knows this is impossible for him.]
What I mean is...there was a young woman here that I was quite fond of. But she was only here for a short time, and then she was sent home. Several months have passed since then, and I would not get my hopes up for her return...
[As much as he'd like to see her again, he knows it would not be wise to wish her here still...]
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[He's quiet for a moment, not sure what would be the best thing to say.]
There is always a chance she will come back, but from what I understand of this place she may not be the woman you knew and fell in love with. I am sorry I do not have anything else I can do or say for you.
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[Exactly the same advice he would give to anyone else who was missing someone dear to them...]
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Things will work out for you, I am sure.
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[Maybe it'll be closer to what he really felt...]
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[Because of events in his world and what she did.]
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[Maybe that's what it was, and not real love?]
So a "crush" means the feeling doesn't last long?
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[Pretty extreme, not that Saleh can find the words to express it. Now he just regrets asking.]
I'm sorry. What will you do?
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Kill her.
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[Saleh could never be happy with a solution like that, but sadly, it is necessary sometimes. It sounds like a tough situation indeed. He would have to kill her before she kills him.]
I see...that seems to be the only solution.
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Want my advice? If the person you care for is so important to you, tell them before something like this happens.
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Does having a really big crush count?
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Perhaps it does...
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...Ewan? What's the matter?
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So, who's the lucky lady? My sister, Marisa...Princess Eirika?
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No...she wasn't from Magvel.
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