[He offers a faint, stiff nod at her response, because he understands, at least a little, how long too long means. Her version of it is much longer than his, though, and for a moment he's left wondering how long he would be able to handle life, like that. Because to be honest, when he learned that the world was going to end, his very first reaction was relief.]
...I see.
[Thinking back to that, the false memories and family, he can't help a faint smile. It feels like a long time ago, now.]
Sen. That was it, right?
[Thinking about her words, though, about the implication of them, the smile fades away; he looks away thoughtfully, frowning a bit. There are still things lurking in his memory that he doesn't realize he remembers: the underground arcade, the picture of Caius, the words on screen ("will you save him?") -- those come back to him now.] These gods seem to know plenty about us. When that underground room appeared in October, they showed me a picture of someone I knew. Someone from home -- from Pulse. They shouldn't have known anything about that.
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...I see.
[Thinking back to that, the false memories and family, he can't help a faint smile. It feels like a long time ago, now.]
Sen. That was it, right?
[Thinking about her words, though, about the implication of them, the smile fades away; he looks away thoughtfully, frowning a bit. There are still things lurking in his memory that he doesn't realize he remembers: the underground arcade, the picture of Caius, the words on screen ("will you save him?") -- those come back to him now.] These gods seem to know plenty about us. When that underground room appeared in October, they showed me a picture of someone I knew. Someone from home -- from Pulse. They shouldn't have known anything about that.