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Date: 2026-04-11 09:43 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] chimericalclaw
chimericalclaw: (a: ponder)
[Altius lets out a sigh at the compliment, a mild frustration in it that may seem out of place until he speaks.]

Well, my memory has been tampered with. It seemed like a wiser decision than to rely on my mind alone. But I'm glad to help.

Date: 2026-04-12 03:59 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] chimericalclaw
chimericalclaw: (a: lacking)
[The thought is one he's had as well, but at least writing things down helps him feel productive—something that he clings to when he feels so useless otherwise.]

It may be. When I arrived here, I realized I couldn't recall the entirety of my experience in that other world. I know we all worked to understand it over the months I was there, but whatever we may have found is obscured.

Date: 2026-04-12 03:36 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] chimericalclaw
chimericalclaw: (a: truth)
[He lets out a bitter huff of a laugh through his nose.]

Yes, I imagine that does help them, along with all of the reality-breaking. [He shakes his head at himself before continuing.]

I wish I had some idea to offer you, but I don't know if carving into anything would be a good use of your time.

Date: 2026-04-13 10:58 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] chimericalclaw
chimericalclaw: (a: a greeting)
[This time the laugh that comes out of him is a trailed-off, sympathetic thing.]

Well, we have nothing but time here, apparently, and that sounds like a decent enough way to spend some of it. Don't be afraid to get in touch if you need a reminder or two, though.

[That said, he should probably get back to it, and he folds his notes and rises to his feet.]

Date: 2026-04-15 03:00 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] chimericalclaw
chimericalclaw: (a: simple)
[Close enough. Zekarion can simply move around him if he's in the way.]

Oh, don't worry, I'll be coming by to make use of your services. [Antiseptic will be invaluable here—and hell, maybe he'll see if Tox can't make something to knock him out if and when the insomnia becomes unbearable.] You'll probably get tired of me soon enough. Until next time, Mr. Tox.