002 ⚜ ❝ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ❞

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[ It's a fairly normal scene, all things considered. There's just a road with cars occasionally driving by, lined with buildings, and then there's a single bus stop. And standing by said bus stop is a girl in a school uniform leaning against the bus stop sign while seemingly talking on the phone. She's fairly recognizable as Ange, despite the difference in clothing, the only difference aside from that is the fact that she's wearing her hair down instead of having her usual pigtails with the hair bobbles.

If you get close enough to her, you might be able to hear what she's discussing on the phone. ]

What, onii-chan's coming over for dinner tonight too? [ A pause as she listens to the answer on the phone and then she downright laughs - very uncharacteristic for her, those who know her might notice. ] No, dad, I like eating dinner with just you and mom too, okay? Don't freak out too much over it. It's just that this is a special occasion. [ She listens again, and then there's a hum. ] I know. I'll be home soon enough, the bus is just having a delay or something like that. But I'll hurry. Hmm, bye!

[ Now she's done with her call and tucking the cellphone - a fairly old-looking one, like a nineties' model - back into her bag, you might want to speak up. Or, you know, just silently stand with her at the bus stop, even though that's not as interesting of a way to spend time. ]

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[There's a certain amount of pride in Ami's bearing that only grows at that admission. After all, she deserves the best in her education and opportunities.]

You once told me about your family. [It was very different from what's in front of them now. And Ami has always wanted to know, see, test the truth once she has those hints something is not right, something is out of place.]

They weren't with you at the time.

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[ Ange doesn't quite realise what exactly Ami means here with 'weren't with you', really, hence why her reaction is still rather calm, despite the unsureness about not remembering telling this unknown girl about her family. ]

Well, of course they're not always with me.. I go out on my own a lot too. It would just end up being creepy if your family would follow you everywhere, right?

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[She decides to specify, going step by step towards the truth, letting Ange realize for herself something is wrong, something is missing.]

You weren't living with them.

[Now why would a loving girl from a loving family, not be living with them?]

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[ Exactly, that's weird, isn't it? Especially since she doesn't recall ever not living with them - it's weird, as if a pair of memories is not matching up, but.. no, it's probably more likely that this girl is just lying, right? That has to be it. ]

That's weird, I've always been with them.

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Are you very certain of that? [She wouldn't push at all, if it weren't for her own long quest to find out what truly happened before, which memories were real. But as it is, she isn't letting go.]

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I'm...

[ Always been with them, right? Then why does she suddenly remember moments of feeling so lonely, as if there was nobody else in the world on her side, no ally at all, and.. -- no, no.. ]

What is this..? [ for once, Ange actually looks unsure, the pokerface dropping - even if it wasn't really there in this dream to begin with. ] W-what.. are you doing?

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[Ange can believe that if she wants, but...]

I haven't done anything to you. Your thoughts and memories are your own.

[As far as she knows, at least. It's possible that the nightmare of losing her family was only a nightmare, and this is Ange's truth.]

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But I feel like.. there's something wrong. [ Which is why she's gripping her forehead with one hand already. ]

Like something's not supposed to be right, but.. I can't tell what..

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[Oh, she doesn't need to be told what to know that feeling oh so very precisely, and oh so sharply.]

Doesn't a part of you know? [It's a hypocritical question.]

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I know, but..

[ Don't go there. Don't remember. If you go there, you'll be hurt - a feeling like that pounding throughout her head the more she actually tries to sort things out. ]

Do I.. really want to know..? [ It's more a question to herself than anything else, but it comes out of her mouth before she even realises it. ]

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Do you? [The question is returned to Ange, sharply. She lets it sink in before saying more.]

I always wanted to know.

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Of course. I.. want to know too, I've always wanted to know..

[ Know what? This is a feeling she's felt for the first time, right? What is it she wanted to know so desperately before, something she hardly even recalls? ]

But.. I feel like it's bad to know. Like something's warning me.

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[Ami knows exactly what Ange wants to know, and it has nothing to do with whether her family is waiting to love her at home, or whether they're cold and beneath a barren ground.]

You want to know the truth.

So, look for it.

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... The truth?

[ The words are familiar, but she can't place them. The one looking for the truth behind her family's death is Ange, the real Ange - not this one who thinks she has a family, nothing more than a what-if. ]

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The truth.

Something seems strange, doesn't it? So which is right, this feeling or that one?

You should want to know that.

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I want to know! ... I mean, of course I want to know what the truth, but.. then why am I feeling so bad about it? It's like something is almost trying to stop me, and I don't even know why.

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[Judging from her own experience? It means there's truth and a lie all jumbled up and she doesn't want to face the truth.]

Does it matter? Whatever the reason, you want to know, isn't that right?

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... Yes. I want to know. If it's something important to me, then.. I don't want to be left in the dark.

Nobody would want that, right?

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If you're serious about that, then no bad feeling matters.

Can you remember your family clearly?

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[ a nod to that, at least. ]

Of course I can. I only saw them-- [ this morning, before going to school, right? But why does that moment suddenly feel so distant..? ]

... I almost feel like.. it's been a long time since I saw them, for some reason..

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[Some people might call what she does next cruel, but she is only being methodical.]

What did you do with them last week?

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This week, I.. [ ... ]

They told me.. 'goodbye'. That they would be leaving,for a little bit, but that they'd be back soon, and that I had to quickly get better.. [ no, that isn't a memory from a week, ago, that's.. slowly everything in the dream almost seems to crumble, slowly but surely. ]

No, that was.. twelve years ago. Everyone left that day, and then.. they died and never came back..

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[She doesn't break the dream to triumph over Ange, or to mock or taunt her. She does it solely from that drive towards the truth, solely for her own self.

And in her own experience, after the Dead Moon...]

You should ask yourself who'd want you to think otherwise.

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Who..? [ ... ] Even the witches wouldn't wish for this much. They like me much more when I'm actually miserable rather than happy, even if it's with something fake..

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Then, is it you? Is this what you want, so badly that you'd fool yourself?

[She may as well be asking the question to herself, with the dreams she's had of something that could almost be called people there for her.]