[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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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.]