SAMPLES (ALL SAMPLES MUST BE SET IN THE LUCETIVERSE)
First Person: Huh. You know, I was wondering about something.
The future isn't an easy thing to think through, is it?
Well, actually, it varies. A lot. You could have all sorts of ideals and dreams for the future, right? Say that maybe you want to be a researcher for an organization someday. Orrrr maybe be successful and wealthy with your own business. Or you just want to raise a family! Nothing wrong with any of that - I mean, hey, it might even give you a drive to do things you never knew you could. Your own personal guide!
You really have to wonder, though. Expectations, worries, demands - all these little things like to pile up. There's a lot that can block what we thought we wanted or what we thought we'd be able to do. Lots of people call it a "reality check". Kind of seems like it's more common the older we get, hahah. But really, does any of that change the future?
No, really, sit and think about it. Were you really blocked from being that researcher? Or that wealthy king, or that family man, or -- whatever? Was it just life being harsh and kicking that away, or... did you just change your thoughts because it wasn't as easy to see?
Being in a place like this doesn't change that either, you know. Just ask anyone around you. Resigned with your wings yet? With the Shifts? It's easy to blame the Malnosso for a lot of what happens around here. But what is that realization doing? What decisions are you making because of that?
Kind of out there, right.
So, hey.... Is it better to want a future of ideals? Or is reality just a smarter choice?
Third Person: It was an awful time to want to quote Luke. But it couldn't be helped.
Regaining memories was such a pain.
There was only one other time Guy had been so disoriented. It had been quick and completely unintentional - what was only a sacrificial move by Anise's own mother had, instead, ripped open something vicious and long-forgotten in the corner of his mind. It wasn't a sensation one could forget. Memories flooded the mind with words and images, sights and sounds, filling gaps like the lost pieces of a puzzle, overtaking what was known before with such a force, it had brought Guy straight to his knees.
Yes, it was important. It was hidden for a reason, and he had plenty of time to know it had been for the better that his memory of that evening had finally come into the light. But it didn't change the fact that it was painful. It hurt, in a way he never wanted to experience hurt again.
Standing among the trees near Luceti brought that feeling back.
The journal dropped at his feet and the lack of clothes didn't matter. All his mind could focus on was the flood of information that came barreling in, conflicting with those from the Auldrant he had just been whisked away from, stirring up joy, hurt, seclusion, and so much anger. He remembered meeting with Luke, fighting with Asch, having to see so many faces fall at his lack of memories.
But stronger still was the scent of blood. Losing control, with the resistance of two bodies against the edge of a blade that had, for so long, begged for blood, only died away to that biting loneliness, alone in a hospital bed. Bitterness, anger, guilt, all piled up and seething.
He remembered sickness. He remembered tears. Fights. Long days and longer nights with a boy that was falling apart.
Luke was dying.
He remembered a sea of gold in the middle of the night and the knife that twisted in his gut with a fear that was more paralyzing than anything his mind set against him.
It's that fear that sent him to his knees once more. This time was different. This time, he wasn't a stranger. He knew his burden, he knew the implications, and this time... this time, he knew that what had happened here might not have been a coincidence at all. Forget the pain from new wings that still seem too familiar for comfort. Forget the chill wind. The moment clarity even started to arrive, Guy was pushing himself to his feet, journal left behind in his haste. It didn't matter. He could come back for it, he really didn't care.
He had almost seen his best friend die twice in this world. He wasn't about to go home and watch it happen again. As he cleared the trees leading to the west part of the village, only one thought stood out in the mess that was his memory.
He had to find Luke. He had to find him... and make sure he came back alive.
Guy Cecil | Tales of the Abyss | Reserved (4/4)
First Person:
Huh. You know, I was wondering about something.
The future isn't an easy thing to think through, is it?
Well, actually, it varies. A lot. You could have all sorts of ideals and dreams for the future, right? Say that maybe you want to be a researcher for an organization someday. Orrrr maybe be successful and wealthy with your own business. Or you just want to raise a family! Nothing wrong with any of that - I mean, hey, it might even give you a drive to do things you never knew you could. Your own personal guide!
You really have to wonder, though. Expectations, worries, demands - all these little things like to pile up. There's a lot that can block what we thought we wanted or what we thought we'd be able to do. Lots of people call it a "reality check". Kind of seems like it's more common the older we get, hahah. But really, does any of that change the future?
No, really, sit and think about it. Were you really blocked from being that researcher? Or that wealthy king, or that family man, or -- whatever? Was it just life being harsh and kicking that away, or... did you just change your thoughts because it wasn't as easy to see?
Being in a place like this doesn't change that either, you know. Just ask anyone around you. Resigned with your wings yet? With the Shifts? It's easy to blame the Malnosso for a lot of what happens around here. But what is that realization doing? What decisions are you making because of that?
Kind of out there, right.
So, hey.... Is it better to want a future of ideals? Or is reality just a smarter choice?
Third Person:
It was an awful time to want to quote Luke. But it couldn't be helped.
Regaining memories was such a pain.
There was only one other time Guy had been so disoriented. It had been quick and completely unintentional - what was only a sacrificial move by Anise's own mother had, instead, ripped open something vicious and long-forgotten in the corner of his mind. It wasn't a sensation one could forget. Memories flooded the mind with words and images, sights and sounds, filling gaps like the lost pieces of a puzzle, overtaking what was known before with such a force, it had brought Guy straight to his knees.
Yes, it was important. It was hidden for a reason, and he had plenty of time to know it had been for the better that his memory of that evening had finally come into the light. But it didn't change the fact that it was painful. It hurt, in a way he never wanted to experience hurt again.
Standing among the trees near Luceti brought that feeling back.
The journal dropped at his feet and the lack of clothes didn't matter. All his mind could focus on was the flood of information that came barreling in, conflicting with those from the Auldrant he had just been whisked away from, stirring up joy, hurt, seclusion, and so much anger. He remembered meeting with Luke, fighting with Asch, having to see so many faces fall at his lack of memories.
But stronger still was the scent of blood. Losing control, with the resistance of two bodies against the edge of a blade that had, for so long, begged for blood, only died away to that biting loneliness, alone in a hospital bed. Bitterness, anger, guilt, all piled up and seething.
He remembered sickness. He remembered tears. Fights. Long days and longer nights with a boy that was falling apart.
Luke was dying.
He remembered a sea of gold in the middle of the night and the knife that twisted in his gut with a fear that was more paralyzing than anything his mind set against him.
It's that fear that sent him to his knees once more. This time was different. This time, he wasn't a stranger. He knew his burden, he knew the implications, and this time... this time, he knew that what had happened here might not have been a coincidence at all. Forget the pain from new wings that still seem too familiar for comfort. Forget the chill wind. The moment clarity even started to arrive, Guy was pushing himself to his feet, journal left behind in his haste. It didn't matter. He could come back for it, he really didn't care.
He had almost seen his best friend die twice in this world. He wasn't about to go home and watch it happen again. As he cleared the trees leading to the west part of the village, only one thought stood out in the mess that was his memory.
He had to find Luke. He had to find him... and make sure he came back alive.