re_alignment | voice | trion's temple

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voice | trion's temple

[This isn't where he was supposed to be. He was on the roof just a second ago. Why... why is he in the temple now? It doesn't make any sense.]

[And then the feeling of loss sets in. Considering he can no longer recall the events leading up to, and including the fight with Overlord, he can only assume this loss is of memory itself. The most important thing he has...]

[... needless to say, when it finally occurs to him to grab the Link and make a call, he sounds utterly frantic.]

Someone -- please. I don't know what happened. I...

[He actually needs a moment to calm down enough to speak.]

... My memory is... there is something missing. I can feel -- I can feel it!

Please. Help.

[This is the most distressing thing in the world... at least until someone tells him he was dead a minute ago.]

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[As Ventus approaches, he pries a hand out of his ball of misery, lowering it to the ground. He's not sure if the boy is going to take the offer, but right now, he just wants something -- something to hold. Weight, tactile sensation, those are things that still make sense.]

[It's grounding.]

[It's a gesture none of the other robots he's spoken to in person have done, but he's not afraid.

The boy steps forward, and then carefully up onto the hand extended.]

[He lifts his hand very slowly, curling his other around the boy. Before he ends up just... holding him near his chest panel.]

[He's not sure what else to do, but this helps. Somewhat.]

[Ventus isn't sure how you make a robot feel better, but he knows what always makes him feel better.

Once he's held up close enough, he turns, leaning against Kagerou, patting him in what he hoped would be consoling. It's kind of hard offering hugs to someone so much bigger than you, but he's sure going to try.]

[He's not entirely sure what's happening here. But, it's as he thought. Weight, tactile sensation.]

[A comfort, even if he doesn't understand what Ventus is trying to do.]

[His fingers curl. He can't do much else, what with the size difference. This is as good as he can give.]

[So long as Kagerou's comforted somehow, then that's all that matters to Ventus. It's strange, and obviously quite the contrast from the warm hugs he's ever received from Aqua.

He feels those metal fingers shift slightly, closer. It's little enough an attempt of reciprocation, and the boy feels better knowing he's able to do something. He'll stay there as long as he feels needed.]

[He's willing to sit there and try to reboot his memories until his fuel supply runs out. Which is probably not the best thing for Ventus.]

[... so it's up to the boy, really, how long they're going to be here. But the trembling has started to ease, now that he has something else to focus on, other than the terrifying feeling of loss.]

[Not really good for Kagerou either, isn't it?

But Ventus feels that tension start to bleed away, and he lifts his head up, eventually easing away from the bot's chestplate after one more reassuring pat.]

[He feels the boy pull back, looking down at him, somewhat confused. Though, really, this confusion is better than what he was feeling before.]

... are you all right?

Mm. I'm okay.

[He looks up at him.]

Are...you going to be okay, Kagerou?

[He doesn't answer right away. Because he's honestly not sure how to answer.]

[Maybe just be truthful.]

... I don't know.

[The boy stands there a moment more before he plops down and sits.]

I hope you can be okay. I just wish I knew what I could do to help.

... I wish I knew, too.

I'm sorry. I'm. I'm scared. I don't understand anything happening here.

....it's okay to be scared. There's a lot I don't understand about what's going on either, but...at least you don't have to be alone.

No.

Not alone.

[He sort of hunches over the boy. As if to hold him closer.]

Thank you.

[He finally manages a smile, nodding.]

That's what friends are for.

And... we are still friends?

Of course!

That's... good. Good.

I don't want that to change. Because of something I don't remember.

Why would it? ...but I wouldn't want it to change either. When you don't remember things, that's all the more reason to have friends close by.

I don't... know. I'm missing so much. If I did something... and I can't remember it... I...

[He can't finish. It's too awful for him to think about.]

Someone else must know. I'm...just hoping that what I was told originally was wrong, somehow. I mean, you're here, and you're okay, so...

No. I'm not okay.

My memories... they're not coming back.

[Which means he's not okay at all, in his mind.]

But...it's not all your memories, right..? You...you can still remember things from the past, right?

Yes... I. Yes.

But it's not... it's not as simple as that. My memories -- they're all I have of myself. Losing any of them... is losing a piece of me.

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