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..We'll talk there.

[A click before making his way out there. He's taking his time because he still doesn't know how to feel about you, okay Jack? But he'll make it out there about five or ten minutes later.]

[Jack's pruning roses, actually, and he looks up as Elliot approaches. He-- wasn't really expecting him to actually come down here, but.]

...Elliot? [A white rose falls to the ground.]

[He'll approach slowly before stopping a few feet away. A sigh before avoiding eye contact.]

You asked if I heard voices.. What makes you think I have?

[He was really hoping they wouldn't have this conversation. Jack sets the shears down.]

Glen composed that melody, a hundred years before your time.

[He shakes his head, looking down at a rose.]

I hate to bring this up, but— that night, when I lost my mind? Do you remember what I told you?

[Jack looks at Elliot.]

That stands partly true. Glen's successors retain the memories of the previous ones, though suppressed.

How can I forget what you told me..?

[A quick glance while listening to the older man. It makes sense but he doesn't want to admit such a thing. So he'll skip to the point.]

I've been having a few headaches lately but with that.. just a few speaking in my head.

[Oh shiiit. Jack goes pale.]

Do you have memories of— things you haven't done? Places you've never been to?

....

[Welp. Elliot took a while to answer that one. Yes and no.. Giving a few moments of thought before taking his chance to speak.]

I wouldn't necessarily call them memories, Jack. [He'll stop, shaking his head. This was harder than he thought; no one really knew about the dreams except for Leo.

..Leo. Cue just one headache right now.

Walking to sit upon the bench, he'll lace his fingers together, placing them against his forehead. He began sounding very unsure about what he started saying.] The entire place is on fire, and I'm just standing there with my sword..

A few times, I saw the back of someone's head but I couldn't make out who it was. I think I killed the people there, Jack. My sword was--... [He'll stop now. He didn't feel too comfortable.]

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You—

[Jack hesitates, before following Elliot to the bench, touching one of the roses at this side of the path. He'd described how Glen would've seen it. Sablier was all fire and blood and to have memories - if not memories, dreams - of such...

It could mean a lot of things. Jack doesn't want to believe any one of them.]

There's actually more than one explanation for that, but. Have you told anyone else about it?

[Swallowing the lump in his throat, Elliot closed his eyes before giving a remark back.]

Yes, just one..

[He'll bring a hand up and place index and middle finger against his temple.]

Leo knew about the dreams. He'd be there when I woke up from them.

Leo? Your...servant, right?

[He takes a step closer, but doesn't dare move to comfort him; Elliot seems like the flighty sort.]

Yes. Him.

[He'll sit up fully, placing his hands against his knees to grip firmly. He felt something inside him become slightly displeased with his next few words.]

He was once here but then.. he was taken away by what brings us here.

I know the feeling.

[He smiles wryly.] I'm sorry.

I don't want to hear it.

[He didn't need an apology from you. Looking away once more, he'll grunt.]

Anything else you need to ask?

Not right now.

[He shakes his head.] I'm glad you told me about this, Elliot. [But it's weird, usually Glens know what they are.] Wait, one last thing— Do you have a Chain?

[He paused at that last question, looking Jack in the eye. Shaking his head in turn.]

No. I don't.

Very well.

[He nods, and he turns to fully face him.]

Don't...worry too much about it, will you? The voices and all.

[He'll keep those words in mind, but that doesn't mean it'll surely happen.]

It's hard not to now since you're talking about them like this. But I get what you're saying; I'll try.

That's a good lad.

[He laughs, and if he can land a hair ruffle HE IS GOING TO GET ONE.]

Why don't we spar sometime?

[GDIT STOP TOUCHING HIM. HE DOESN'T REALLY DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, JUST GIVES AN ANNOYED SIGH. That's the last time ever you'll be able to do that. He's still thinking of Leo okok.

..until you mention that last part. He'll look up.]

Are you serious?

[HAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE SO TSUN ~~for swords eh~~]

Yes, yes I am. I do remember you saying something about liking swords, and I would like to think I'm not half-bad at swordfighting.

[SHUT UP OR HE'LL GO BACK TO HATING YOU.]

I do know how to handle a sword. So if you want, I guess we can spar sometime.

[He leans in a little.]

You can buy me a drink when you lose.

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[Wait..

..what? Did he just say what he thought---...]

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[action.] welp my mind was impure there.

[action.] hey man swordfighting is a pure and manly sport i mean

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[action] WOW RUDE

[action] RUDE? I SEE NOTHING RUDE ABOUT THIS.

[action] respect your elders young man

[action.] shut up oldy.

[action.] you shut your mouth do you need to be disciplined

[action.] sorry old man i'm not into that

[action.] I'M NOT OLD /punches

[action.] oh my god rude /punches back

[action.] /KICKS AT?!

[action.] /STRANGLES?!

[action.] well at least my head's intact (unsure)