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[unetrustworthy]

I was wondering...how many other people here can speak other languages?

[But then, she paused and there was a slight jostling of the camera as she shook her head.  Sorting out her thoughts.]

No,  not speak.  That doesn't really help any, with everything always being translated for us.  More like...read.  I was wondering...what languages everyone here can read?  Since written words have never been translated.  Not since I've been here.

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[mrsarcastic003]

Kedanese is a bit of a challenge, yeah. I wonder if there's a way... [His voice trails off, and he;s obviously thinking. Then he laughs.]

And now I'm trying to solve this problem.

It sounds like you got really lucky on the French-English front. Finding someone who would help with the basics.

[unetrustworthy]

[She smiled. Sadly.]

I was lucky, yeah. [Was] And I didn't even know it at the time. I knew that people leave here...I was even read for people leaving...but I never stopped worrying long enough to realize that I was lucky.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Have a slightly wry--but definitely sympathetic--smile.] When I was here before, most of my family was as well, and a number of friends. Most of them are gone now.

It's funny how you can take things like that for granted.

[unetrustworthy]

[She wished she had taken it for granted.]

Oh, that's right. I heard that sometimes, people can go away and come back again.

[Though it never seemed to happen to faces she wanted to see. Jack. Eponine. Gavroche. Damian.]

That must have been...difficult. To adjust to, I mean. Your memories getting scrambled around like that.

[mrsarcastic003]

[:( He misses Damian, too. Much to his surprise.] I'm living proof. Though I don't think it's typical for someone gone as long as I was to come back. And yeah, it's a little... challenging.. I'm lucky, though. The friend I do have left here is pretty awesome.

[unetrustworthy]

[Probably not for the same reason she does. :c]

Only one?

[Her brows rose. Not because he was admitting he only had one friend--she was hardly one to comment on something like that--but because it meant that all his other friends had left.]

You must have been from a really long time ago. I know a lot of people left, but a lot of people have come here since.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Prooooobably not.]

I don't get out much. And I can be pretty shy, in some ways.

I was here a long time ago. Before Malicant was defeated, when we were still afraid to speak his name. I went home not long after Eshai was killed.

[unetrustworthy]

That...was a long time ago.

I just barely remember that. It was years ago--I was, what, twelve back then?

[mrsarcastic003]

[He laughs a little.]

Uh, yeah. It was a long while. The friend I mentioned? She was younger than me then. She's not now. It's pretty weird.

[unetrustworthy]

[Younger before. Older now. With...what, three years' difference? If one counted the time spent in Death and Dreaming...]

But she must still be pretty close to you in age. If a few years was all it took for her to surpass you.

[mrsarcastic003]

She is. There's a bit less difference now than there was. It was still a little disconcerting, when I realized what had happened.

[unetrustworthy]

That's...pretty amazing.

I'm not sure I would know how to react if somebody I knew ever came back, and there was that much of an age difference between us.

[It would be awkward, for sure, and that was before taking into account any discrepancy in memories.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Since it actually wasn't the first time Tim had experienced something like that...]

I imagine you'd deal with it like any other weirdness that happens in life. I find it's easier to try to roll with those kinds of punches. It's a lot easier than the alternatives.

[unetrustworthy]

[Well, ACTUALLY...]

When I was younger, I used to deal with any sort of weirdness here by...pretending it wasn't real.

[She was such a skeptic as a child. To be fair, she was still...fairly cautious, but at least more open-minded to the impossible improbable.]

So I'd...try to be a little better now.

Though it would also depend on the person who came back. And...if they remembered me.

[mrsarcastic003]

That's... probably wise. It doesn't really help to ignore reality, just because it doesn't fit into your expectations.

Yeah, that... I'm not sure what I would do if someone I knew from before came back and didn't know me. That would be kind of awful.

[unetrustworthy]

Like I said, it...would depend on the person.

Most people, I could live with it. But there are a few...I let myself get close to them. And the only thing harder than knowing they're gone would be having to face the fact that nothing that happened between us mattered.

[mrsarcastic003]

[wry smile]

I know the feeling. I'm... not very good at letting go of people I care about.

[unetrustworthy]

But you've had to do it before.

[A guess, but one she was certain of. Judging from his tone.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[ha. ha. ha.]

Once or twice.

[unetrustworthy]

I'm sorry.

[There wasn't much else she could say, but what she could, she meant. Because she could empathize.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[It's definitely appreciated.]

It's okay. Sounds like you've been in the same boat yourself.

[unetrustworthy]

I've been in a lot of boats. Both here and back home.

That's how I know it doesn't get any easier. Especially...if you let yourself get close.

[mrsarcastic003]

Yeah. It's always a risk when you let people in--that you might lose them.

I hear its better than not letting anyone it at all.

[unetrustworthy]

Can I get back to you on that one?

[Jury was still out for her. Though she was honestly leaning towards it sucking worse when she lost the people she did let in.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[He laughs a little. He tends to agree with that assessment, actually.]

Sure. I'll look forward to your conclusions.