...you're the only other person I've met who's understood what that's like, Ai.
[ Maybe Ai really was the person best suited to sort something human from Yasu's guts. ]
For me, it's the same, but, um, different. It's hard to explain.
[ Give her a moment, Ai, she's not quite a natural at the complicated metaphors part of witchery yet. ]
Imagine that when you wake up somewhere like this, everything feels wrong. Your body isn't quite the same as it was, your voice is different, you can't even say your own name...
But people are killing each other, so you don't worry about it. Until you find the stageplay script for you life.
It's all there. Everything that's happened to you, everything that will happen after... even a cast list, every actor in the play and the character they're playing. You're on there, too, playing yourself until a pivotal moment comes and you're replaced by someone else.
Um... [ She fidgets. ] This is where the metaphor stops working, I guess. Because they're- I- aren't actors. We're pieces, instead, like in a game of chess. And I'm a piece that was made to play the role of the "real" me when she was a child.
I don't think... I don't think there would've been anything left for me after the play finished and the gameboard was put away. Not even death. Just... nothingness.
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[ Maybe Ai really was the person best suited to sort something human from Yasu's guts. ]
For me, it's the same, but, um, different. It's hard to explain.
[ Give her a moment, Ai, she's not quite a natural at the complicated metaphors part of witchery yet. ]
Imagine that when you wake up somewhere like this, everything feels wrong. Your body isn't quite the same as it was, your voice is different, you can't even say your own name...
But people are killing each other, so you don't worry about it. Until you find the stageplay script for you life.
It's all there. Everything that's happened to you, everything that will happen after... even a cast list, every actor in the play and the character they're playing. You're on there, too, playing yourself until a pivotal moment comes and you're replaced by someone else.
Um... [ She fidgets. ] This is where the metaphor stops working, I guess. Because they're- I- aren't actors. We're pieces, instead, like in a game of chess. And I'm a piece that was made to play the role of the "real" me when she was a child.
I don't think... I don't think there would've been anything left for me after the play finished and the gameboard was put away. Not even death. Just... nothingness.
So I'm grateful, too.