[handset; audio] 002 - late at night
[Xion finds it easier to go with voice for this; it affords her a certain sense of anonymity, but doesn't give her the same opportunity to censor and second-guess herself that text has proven to allow, when she's tried to use it thus far. It's still not easy to talk about. Maybe that's why she does this when she does. Part of it is because these thoughts are keeping her up of course, whirling around her head until sleep seems impossible. On the other, it means maybe people are less likely to see this. Maybe.]
Is... there anybody you really, really miss?
[There's a moment, and then she laughs a little to herself, though there's no humor in it.]
I guess... that's almost a silly question, huh?
[Deep breath, in and out. Anybody can probably hear the sigh whuffling across the feed.]
Back home, I had my friends. But then I... left. A lot of stuff had happened, and I just needed to think for a while. But... I hadn't meant to stay away, not forever. I was going to go back... but now I don't know if I'll ever see them again. That's what everybody keeps saying, right? That there's no way to go home.
How do we know if they're okay? People we've... left behind? And... Even if they are okay, even if... if they don't notice we're gone...
[She trails off, not quite sure how to articulate her thoughts on the matter. Whatever else though, it's something uncomfortable she doesn't really care to contemplate. And yet it's hard not to.]
I guess I'm just... [worried] Never mind.
Is... there anybody you really, really miss?
[There's a moment, and then she laughs a little to herself, though there's no humor in it.]
I guess... that's almost a silly question, huh?
[Deep breath, in and out. Anybody can probably hear the sigh whuffling across the feed.]
Back home, I had my friends. But then I... left. A lot of stuff had happened, and I just needed to think for a while. But... I hadn't meant to stay away, not forever. I was going to go back... but now I don't know if I'll ever see them again. That's what everybody keeps saying, right? That there's no way to go home.
How do we know if they're okay? People we've... left behind? And... Even if they are okay, even if... if they don't notice we're gone...
[She trails off, not quite sure how to articulate her thoughts on the matter. Whatever else though, it's something uncomfortable she doesn't really care to contemplate. And yet it's hard not to.]
I guess I'm just... [worried] Never mind.
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"But she doesn't want my help. ... I think she has some things to figure out before she's willing to come back." He had been there once after all.
"If she comes back."
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"Back here?" she prompted, softly, "Or back... when you get home?"
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"When I get home. She's never been here."
And honestly, if she had been, everyone would have probably known it.