onepassingnight | 001 ╰☆╮ Dreaming after a battle {intro!}

Before this dream started there was a bright flash of white light, followed by a seemingly endless flower field appears, extending way beyond to what the eyes can see and at the moment Rinoa is not quite sure if it's accurate or not, there's even the distant sound of the ocean and it's enough for her to recognize this place as what it is.

The flower field behind Edea's orphanage, a gentle drift of wind sweeps by causing the sea of flowers to sway in rhythm with it, some petals even fluttering in the wind, the wind even move through the bright white feathers of her wings, ones that she hadn't even realized yet and even if she had she won't pay any attention to them at the moment

Rinoa moved further in the flower field, kneeling down her fingers touches one of the flowers, before a deep weary sigh escaped her lips and the wings slowly start to disappear, some lingering feathers being swept away with the wind. "Did we win or…?" Had they failed?

(ooc: *coughs* why yes the last thing she remembers at the moment is fighting Ultimecia, I am going with the assumption there was a quick passing out after Ultimecia blew up.)

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A flower field. It doesn't take him even a moment to realize it's not Beatrice's garden of golden flowers, or that it's a place he has never been in before. At least that he remembers.

Primo stands among the flowers calmly, a presence that is there and yet doesn't seem to fit, because there's no way he can fit in any world. He takes notice of the young woman and of her question. He has no idea where she's from or what she's talking about, yet he had no trouble giving his own opinion regarding what the answer could be. "Are you sure that matters here?"

The question is sudden and it startles her a bit, enough to accidentally pluck out a petal from the flower she was touching, she hadn’t meant to do that, she turns a bit to look at the person that had asked that, not really sure what to say for a few seconds, this was still a bit confusing and strange.

"Do you think it doesn't?" Maybe it wasn’t the best to answer a question with another question, but it was the best that she could do right now.

"Yes, after all, this place doesn't seem like a place where a fight is being held;" he gestures to the flower field. Smirking a bit at her, "I can think of reasons for you being here both if you won or lost after all."

Indeed, this place looks more as a result and ending place, than anything else. If she's already here, does it really matter how she arrived there?

She supposes that he is right, but then, the garden’s battle happened not too far from here and she doesn’t knows if anyone made its way here during the battle, there had been more important things going on in that moment for her, like staying alive.

Moving to stand up, she turns to face him fully and tilts her head a bit. "And what are those reasons?"

Even if the battle then had made its way here, right now there aren't traces of battle. Primo chuckles at her question, amused like one would be amused at the childish questions a little kid would make and that are just common sense for others.

"What do you think? You could be here to celebrate, a beautiful garden all for yourself, peaceful and relaxing, where you can just rest your tired body from fighting and bask in the glow of victory. Knowing that whatever you were fighting to protect has been saved, is still protected;" because everyone fights to protect something. Their world, their friends, their own selfs, their ambitions. He gestures to the garden again and takes a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the flowers before he looks at her again, still smiling, still amused.

"Or you could be here because you're dead. This could be your personal heaven, the place destined for you to lay in for the rest of eternity until your mind and consciousness gives up in holding your persona together and you collapse and vanish in a sea of darkness and nothingness. This could even be hell, a mockery to you, having to remain here alone eternally, unable to go anywhere else, unable to see anyone else. Having to just sit here and think about your failure, knowing that while you're in a beautiful place those you tried to protect are suffering, dying," he erupts into a cackling laugh at the thought, shaking his head a bit. "See? Whether you won or you lost, it doesn't matter now anymore."

"I suppose both to those possible scenarios that you so helpfully created can be justified but…" She shrugs just a bit and looks around them again. "There are some important mistakes in both of them."

Her being here wasn’t exactly to celebrate any victory, she was here due to having promised to Squall that this was the place they were going to meet each other again and she wouldn’t try to celebrate such an important victory without her friends, and her friends wouldn’t come here to interrupt her time with Squall, and then being dead wasn’t possible, she couldn’t die without…being a sorceress apparently made it more tricky or so had Edea explained to her once.

"…also how did you managed to find your way here?"

"They are just two possible scenarios out of the infinite possibilities, the mistakes you claim they hold aren't but the differences between those scenarios and the one you hope for. Neither you nor I have ways to prove which scenario it is the correct one, so we can't say which one is right and which mistaken," he's still obviously amused and carelessly shrugs back her comment about the mistakes. He never said those two were the only options there were. Because he knows none of them are the correct one.

"The same way as you did," he replies cryptically before falling silent for a moment. Should he break to charm of this place or play along? He ends just looking at her expectantly, he will decide based on what she replies to that.

Rinoa will frown just a tad bit, this man is sounded more amused that he should and she’s not particularly sure if she likes it. She raised an eyebrow at him, somehow she doubted they had arrived here in the same manner, the way he looks at her seems to be a bit suspicious but fine, she will test it a bit. "So you were knocked out by that Ruby Dragon as well?"

His smile grows a bit, though it also looks slightly disappointed. "So you know you're dreaming now, it had sounded for a moment as if you thought you were awake and this was real," he shrugs a bit. "But you could say that I was knocked out as well."

It's not exactly right, neither it is exactly wrong. His existence is one that is mostly real only in dreams, which is why at first it was hard for him to understand that the others were dreaming, though it is the only logical explanation. But he started existing because he was killed, so in a way he was indeed knocked out, just... Permanently and a long time ago.

001 ╰☆╮ Dreaming after a battle {intro!}

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