[ me: trying to remember locations from only a few days ago. alex is sat outside the saloon, watching people wandering past and occasionally shifting to avoid bumping into memory bubbles as they idly float past.
one of them gets a very unimpressed look when it pops up close to her arm, and makes her shuffles a few paces to the left to avoid it. ]
I cannot wait for these things to be gone for good...
I don't know. I'm starting to think there's some kind of obligation for things to be terrible in some sneaky way.
[ but at least! they aren't shocking each other! that is still really low down on the list. ]
There's usually someone running around though, I don't think I've ever accidentally popped one of these things when I was alone, people have always been aroun--
[And there it goes. He's thrown into the memory, feeling a little jolted and lost without context. Ah, there's Alex. There's...two men, and...bloodshed. Death. Murder.]
[She picks up the gun, and with her eyes welling with tears, she shoots, again and again.]
[And the memory dissolves. Hansa stares for a moment, before he approaches her, gently touching her on the arm.]
...Are you okay?
[After seeing that memory, he means. Of course, he has questions, but that isn't a cake walk of a memory, not at all.]
[He wants to make sure that she's fine after reliving something like that, first.]
[ alex just blinks. her eyes look a little blank, and a little confused -- like she's seeing something that resonates with her, but parts of it don't make sense. blurred, and static in places and ways that throw the whole memory off. ]
...
[ who was it that had killed barry, again...?
she'd found them, and his body, and it was like... chains being cut loose and being throw out of a cage into the world without a clue who, where, what or why she was -- terrifying, heartbreaking and freeing all at once.
[ she... remembers that much. only after someone else had cut the ropes could she actually retaliate. ]
I... think I was okay after that. [ she lifts her hand to cover his on her arm, squeezing it as well. it's meant to be as reassuring to him as he's aiming to be for her, but there's definitely a blank look in her eyes that suggests she's elsewhere, chasing threads of a memory she doesn't quite remember. ]
Bits and pieces? I know he was dead, but... I don't know who killed him. Just that I came across everything after it happened.
[ she rubs a hand on her forehead, like it's going to shake loose the pieces she's missing. ]
I don't know why either. [ he'd seemed... impossible to take down, to someone like her. but it's usually the case that the loudest and most violent bullies would fall to someone much, much stronger than them, right? ]
[But he knows, as he says that, its going to be futile. Its like he experienced with Mob. Seeing the memory doesn't mean that they'll be able to access it whatsoever.]
[His other hand moves to grip her other arm, before he leans in to kiss her forehead after she pulls away her hand.]
Its okay. Whatever happened...I hope it was eventually for the good. You deserve that much.
[ yeah. she just looks confused. or like she heard him but not what he said, at the same time. ]
...
[ she nods. ]
I said I got taken in, didn't I? It must've been after this... [ her eyes close briefly at the kiss, and she relaxes a little from where she'd tensed up. ]
Haha, no I'm not saying you're strong because of that.
I'm saying you're strong because despite everything you've been through...you keep moving forward. And you don't need someone else to help you to do that.
[ she'd say more but there's another memory bubble popped and this time it's her tumbling into a memory, and while there's no murder or death there's talk of it, at least. of loss, even if it's just part of a general discussion.
-- and a example of just... how strong hansa was, even without the enhancements he'd received from his work.
she blinks a little as the memory fades away and-- ]
-- you caught that coin? Out of thin air? [ excuse me? ]
[ oh my god hansa. she blinks again, before shaking her head -- more like she's still shaking off some of the sensation of falling into someone's memory again. and then she leans up to kiss his cheek. ]
You didn't have it easy, huh?
[ that's... well. whether he thinks that way or not, it's still... sad. in a way. ]
Who was that man in the second memory? He has your surname. [ she can... guess? but still. ]
[The past is a different country, after all. He smiles at the kiss to his cheek, and his fondness at Alex is coupled with the soft tone of his answer.]
Oh, him? He's my mentor, and...he's also my foster father. He adopted me and raised me, after all of that.
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one of them gets a very unimpressed look when it pops up close to her arm, and makes her shuffles a few paces to the left to avoid it. ]
I cannot wait for these things to be gone for good...
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[Says Hansa, walking up - and shifting to the side to avoid a bubble. He frowns.]
I wonder where they came from? The Realm?
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[ another bubble floats by ominously and at this point she just stands up to literally walk out of the way ]
It must be, right? Weird things happen every week here.
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[he is TIRED]
Maybe its just to be on your own...but then you re-experience everything yourself...
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[ but at least! they aren't shocking each other! that is still really low down on the list. ]
There's usually someone running around though, I don't think I've ever accidentally popped one of these things when I was alone, people have always been aroun--
[ speaking of.
pop!
here is a memory, please do enjoy it. ]
[ alex doesn't look impressed at all though ]
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[And there it goes. He's thrown into the memory, feeling a little jolted and lost without context. Ah, there's Alex. There's...two men, and...bloodshed. Death. Murder.]
[She picks up the gun, and with her eyes welling with tears, she shoots, again and again.]
[And the memory dissolves. Hansa stares for a moment, before he approaches her, gently touching her on the arm.]
...Are you okay?
[After seeing that memory, he means. Of course, he has questions, but that isn't a cake walk of a memory, not at all.]
[He wants to make sure that she's fine after reliving something like that, first.]
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...
[ who was it that had killed barry, again...?
she'd found them, and his body, and it was like... chains being cut loose and being throw out of a cage into the world without a clue who, where, what or why she was -- terrifying, heartbreaking and freeing all at once.
but she didn't know why. ]
I... think so?
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[She shot a man. Someone who she must have known, given that reaction. He gives a reassuring squeeze to her arm.]
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[ she... remembers that much. only after someone else had cut the ropes could she actually retaliate. ]
I... think I was okay after that. [ she lifts her hand to cover his on her arm, squeezing it as well. it's meant to be as reassuring to him as he's aiming to be for her, but there's definitely a blank look in her eyes that suggests she's elsewhere, chasing threads of a memory she doesn't quite remember. ]
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[And even so, knowing that, she...]
[What kind of man must that have been, to get a reaction like that? Hansa shakes his head.]
You think? Do you...remember, Alex?
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[ she rubs a hand on her forehead, like it's going to shake loose the pieces she's missing. ]
I don't know why either. [ he'd seemed... impossible to take down, to someone like her. but it's usually the case that the loudest and most violent bullies would fall to someone much, much stronger than them, right? ]
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[But he knows, as he says that, its going to be futile. Its like he experienced with Mob. Seeing the memory doesn't mean that they'll be able to access it whatsoever.]
[His other hand moves to grip her other arm, before he leans in to kiss her forehead after she pulls away her hand.]
Its okay. Whatever happened...I hope it was eventually for the good. You deserve that much.
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...
[ she nods. ]
I said I got taken in, didn't I? It must've been after this... [ her eyes close briefly at the kiss, and she relaxes a little from where she'd tensed up. ]
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[An explosive end to one life, and a new start to another.]
Anyways...you're a strong lady. I've seen that for myself.
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[ she frowns. ]
Is it strong, waiting around for someone else to save you?
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I'm saying you're strong because despite everything you've been through...you keep moving forward. And you don't need someone else to help you to do that.
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[ she still doesn't look entirely convinced, but she leans forwards to bump her forehead against his shoulder. ]
I don't know about that. Sometimes I think I'm just a bit too afraid of what'll happen if I stop again.
[ she'd been... what. stuck in a limbo for so long in that place? and now she's just afraid to go back to that. ]
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[He reaches up, laying a hand on her head.]
Even I've been through that.
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...
[ she can't even say "Really?" because... well. She's seen him at low points by now. She knows he isn't just saying that to make her feel better. ]
Fear, the great motivator? It'd be nice if it didn't have to come to that sometimes.
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[And as they stand here embracing, a couple of memory bubbles suddenly float up - before Hansa can move, they pop, one and then the other.]
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[ she'd say more but there's another memory bubble popped and this time it's her tumbling into a memory, and while there's no murder or death there's talk of it, at least. of loss, even if it's just part of a general discussion.
-- and a example of just... how strong hansa was, even without the enhancements he'd received from his work.
she blinks a little as the memory fades away and-- ]
-- you caught that coin? Out of thin air? [ excuse me? ]
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...Yeah. I did. I mean, at the time, I just didn't think it was a big deal. I was just happy to have a coin.
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You didn't have it easy, huh?
[ that's... well. whether he thinks that way or not, it's still... sad. in a way. ]
Who was that man in the second memory? He has your surname. [ she can... guess? but still. ]
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[The past is a different country, after all. He smiles at the kiss to his cheek, and his fondness at Alex is coupled with the soft tone of his answer.]
Oh, him? He's my mentor, and...he's also my foster father. He adopted me and raised me, after all of that.
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[ (caitie voice) when is hansa not having a great time, that mentally well-adjusted bitch. ]
-- Oh, and that was your first meeting with him then? [ that's one way to make an impression on someone. ]
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