❤ 2nd Phase: Audio ❤

[beautifulmemory]

[Mia's been searching the city. First by foot, and then by network. Scrolling through post after post, ignoring most commentary unless it so amused her, until she finally comes to a realization.]

I left him behind, again. ...No. This time, I'm the one left behind.

[There's that terse silence.]

That was pointless to post. Instead, listen to these words:

"Evolution... does not always mean progress.
Evolution sometimes leads to an undesired vector.
It is arrogant for one to reject change because it is undesirable.
Rejection of change is the rejection of possibilities.
Allow diversity."

Tell me what something like this means to you. I think it's interesting, don't you?

[She could use a good distraction!]

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[beautifulmemory]

He'll be safe. He goes on. He grows up. He has Haseo.

[It's reaaaaally hard to gauge what sort of tone she's getting at, here.]

"There's no standards like good or bad in fate. It's just whether or not that person enjoys that fate."

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[prototype_blues]

[Yes yes it is.]

I guess the question is... do you enjoy your fate?

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[beautifulmemory]

It was okay. Knowing that I was going to disappear... that was okay.

It hurts, now. I don't understand. Is it really that different?

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[prototype_blues]

[He is like, the worse person to be talking about this. Since he was fine with dying when he did not that he actually died, but don't tell him that.]

I guess so? It's different when it's someone you care about, um, I think.

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[beautifulmemory]

[Mia shudders, it barely audible over the microphone. What follows is extremely quiet whispering.]

I don't like this fate. I don't want to be alone. Not after knowing him!

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[prototype_blues]

Then don't like it, and well... um.

[Blues is hoping this is the right thing to say here.]

You're not alone, at least not while you're here.

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[beautifulmemory]

[That does cause a silence in her, as she thinks about what he's saying. But she can't connect the dots, so instead she simply asks.]

What do you mean?

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[prototype_blues]

Well... You have friends here, right?

[Mia this is probably as close to having Blues admit he likes you as a friend that will ever happen, or at least considers someone a friend.

Take it while you can.]

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[beautifulmemory]

...Friends like you, you mean?

[Well good thing this is a private conversation, because she is calling you right on out.]

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[prototype_blues]

I'm not much of a friend.

[Flat, there will be no calling out dangit! or at least no admittance from him. At least not for a long time]

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[beautifulmemory]

[Well, hopefully the sincerity in the following statement won't throw you too off guard;]

...Thank you.

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[prototype_blues]

[So so glad this is audio, because while the sincerity does throw him for a loop? It also makes him blush.]

... S'nothing, really.

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[beautifulmemory]

You are interesting, after all. Maybe it won't be so bad.

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[prototype_blues]

[Just.

awkward grumbling, mostly about how he's not interesting okay and grump grump blah blah blah.]

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[beautifulmemory]

[You're no Elk, but you are very amusing.]

Call me sometime.