[ YOU KNOW WHAT HE MEANS BICH. probably. just like meursault, he tends to be a little literal-minded, doesn't he...
but yeah. at least she will see rodion again once her stint here is over. that's a comforting thought at the end of the day. and yet she sighs, even when the robot waiter arrives with their food. ]
But what about the others? [ she doesn't want to sound like she's whining, but. well. she just sorta did. ] You'll forget me too, won't you? No. You will forget me, and how these xiao long bao taste. What's the point of it all.
wait i forgot the subject but stop π₯Ί welcomes u back
with their food finally here, he already grabs one of the xiao long bao. he holds it on his spoon for a second as he mulls over her words. ] I can't say. To be honest, I'm not used to being the one doing the forgetting.
[ he pops it in his mouth and it'd be hot if he didn't have heat resistance built into him, and so he chews on it thoughtfully, before he speaks again. ] I still think it makes a difference though. [ did that sound too confident?
maybe a bit. it's a weird feeling when he knows he's also told rodya with the same level of conviction that they had time together here. ]
It's still good isn't it? [ then is that pointless? ]
she falls silent at his words, looking down on their shared meal. it sure did sound too confident coming from him, but he must be speaking from experience as well. a wealth of experience, what with the things he'd told her about his adventure in the tower thus far.
she picks up one of the xiao long bao, piercing through the skin with her chopsticks to put some ginger into it, giving it a few puffs before tentatively sipping the broth. ]
...Yeah. It's still good.
[ and therefore, it doesn't matter.
she then takes the entire bun into her mouth, and chews. yeah, might as well cherish the present now while they can still remember. that's... probably what yuwon's trying to say here. ]
he's noticed that even when he speaks with unfounded conviction, she doesn't seem to think to doubt him. she doesn't refute his words, and he can also see where she does her best in interpreting whatever he says. at times like this, he's grateful for ishmael being able to read between the lines without prying.
it's probably why this trust must be mutual.
while he's had some time to think of whom they've all inevitably lost, whether in death, or in the frequent but unexplained "glitches"— he takes comfort in this one moment. ... and it's not just because of the food he may or may not been craving, either. ]
Then eat a lot and regain your energy. [ maybe it's his own way of trying to cheer her up, even if it's kind of clear he's not very good at it. either way, he does understand her point. he knows how much it stings to be forgotten, even with how apathetic he may appear on the surface.
so even if he doesn't say it out loud, he does think he wouldn't forget her, rodya, or anyone else so easily, either. ]
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NOOOOO I MISSED THIS falls onto my knees
but yeah. at least she will see rodion again once her stint here is over. that's a comforting thought at the end of the day. and yet she sighs, even when the robot waiter arrives with their food. ]
But what about the others? [ she doesn't want to sound like she's whining, but. well. she just sorta did. ] You'll forget me too, won't you? No. You will forget me, and how these xiao long bao taste. What's the point of it all.
wait i forgot the subject but stop π₯Ί welcomes u back
with their food finally here, he already grabs one of the xiao long bao. he holds it on his spoon for a second as he mulls over her words. ] I can't say. To be honest, I'm not used to being the one doing the forgetting.
[ he pops it in his mouth and it'd be hot if he didn't have heat resistance built into him, and so he chews on it thoughtfully, before he speaks again. ] I still think it makes a difference though. [ did that sound too confident?
maybe a bit. it's a weird feeling when he knows he's also told rodya with the same level of conviction that they had time together here. ]
It's still good isn't it? [ then is that pointless? ]
no subject
she falls silent at his words, looking down on their shared meal. it sure did sound too confident coming from him, but he must be speaking from experience as well. a wealth of experience, what with the things he'd told her about his adventure in the tower thus far.
she picks up one of the xiao long bao, piercing through the skin with her chopsticks to put some ginger into it, giving it a few puffs before tentatively sipping the broth. ]
...Yeah. It's still good.
[ and therefore, it doesn't matter.
she then takes the entire bun into her mouth, and chews. yeah, might as well cherish the present now while they can still remember. that's... probably what yuwon's trying to say here. ]
no subject
he's noticed that even when he speaks with unfounded conviction, she doesn't seem to think to doubt him. she doesn't refute his words, and he can also see where she does her best in interpreting whatever he says. at times like this, he's grateful for ishmael being able to read between the lines without prying.
it's probably why this trust must be mutual.
while he's had some time to think of whom they've all inevitably lost, whether in death, or in the frequent but unexplained "glitches"— he takes comfort in this one moment. ... and it's not just because of the food he may or may not been craving, either. ]
Then eat a lot and regain your energy. [ maybe it's his own way of trying to cheer her up, even if it's kind of clear he's not very good at it. either way, he does understand her point. he knows how much it stings to be forgotten, even with how apathetic he may appear on the surface.
so even if he doesn't say it out loud, he does think he wouldn't forget her, rodya, or anyone else so easily, either. ]