[she listens closely to this, watching him with a focused expression.
and when he squeezes her hand, she twines their fingers together and squeezes back. she has her own share of issues, but she is always sure she exists, and if she can be a string that keeps him here, she'd like to be.]
But if someone did find you, that would happen less, yes? [...] It'd be like patching a hole in a roof.
[the metaphor gets him to laugh - and it's not that his mood has been brought down by explaining all this, but a little spark of joy does manage to squeeze through. he smiles at her, amused.]
It wouldn't happen at all, probably. If I was found - if I really exist - then... yeah, it'd be nice to be all here, all the time.
But I mean... I'll manage, one way or another. I've decided that - well, as long as someone remembers you, you exist. And you already said you'd remember me, right?
Yes. I will. [she says, firmly. because that matters. because remembering the people who have been kind to her is important, and because that's how she keeps them alive.
a pause.] I will remember you as long as I am able.
[because she doesn't know if she'll be erased or not, but.]
[ . . . his expression softens at that, touched. he'll bump shoulders with her - and then lean lightly against her. another anchor, another reminder of exactly how he's still here.]
... me too. I'll carry you with me, wherever I go.
Then we'll both be able to leave our mark, right? On each other - and on whatever world we find ourselves in.
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and when he squeezes her hand, she twines their fingers together and squeezes back. she has her own share of issues, but she is always sure she exists, and if she can be a string that keeps him here, she'd like to be.]
But if someone did find you, that would happen less, yes? [...] It'd be like patching a hole in a roof.
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It wouldn't happen at all, probably. If I was found - if I really exist - then... yeah, it'd be nice to be all here, all the time.
But I mean... I'll manage, one way or another. I've decided that - well, as long as someone remembers you, you exist. And you already said you'd remember me, right?
So that's already something to me.
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a pause.] I will remember you as long as I am able.
[because she doesn't know if she'll be erased or not, but.]
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... me too. I'll carry you with me, wherever I go.
Then we'll both be able to leave our mark, right? On each other - and on whatever world we find ourselves in.
[proof that they were once there.]