Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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"Help with what?" ( The memory kicks at the ground, sending cherry blossoms scattering at their feet. ) "Bringing the dead back to life? Turning back time?."
( Next to Dextera, Mutsunokami regains his composure after being kicked back. He can see the stair rail that must have caught Dextera's attention. It's a small room so they don't have very far to go but they still have to get past this past version of himself and over the bodies on the ground. It isn't easy to move around like this. )
"So you're just going to run away? Run away and call it going forward?" ( The other Mutsunokami laughs but there's no warmth there. Again, there's that dripping sound. At their feet, a fresh pool of blood starts to form, coming from a wound at the Mutsunokami's side. ) "If you don't look back, it's the same as not seeing."
( The real Mutsunokami tugs at Dextera. )
... Ya really think the way out's right there?
( Across the room? If Dextera looks carefully, the cherry blossoms near the staircase stir slightly, like a soft breeze moving them around. )
[ dextera doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, but he knows the way out can’t be merely to turn back into the endless hallway. the cherry blossoms stir as he looks to the staircase for an answer, and he recognizes it for what it is—a sign. it has to be. ]
…
[ so he nods, back at the real mutsunokami, and then he turns to face this bleeding, angry, hurting one. ]
It’s OK to look back, but you can’t stay there. We can’t stay here. Holding onto the past like this…
( The real Mutsunokami shifts then, stepping closer to Dextera and arm ready to grab him and make a run for it at the first opening. As for the other one, the memory growls. )
"You don't know what you're talking about!" ( So stop talking. He doesn't want to listen. ) "That guy..." ( He points his sword at the real Mutsunokami, ) "He can change all of this. Isn't that right?"
( And that's what makes Mutsunokami hesitate. He was already alert and on edge but now he just seems tense.
There's an electric feeling in the air now, like something before a storm and the real Mutsunokami grabs Dextera, )
We're getting out of here now.
( He starts to lead the way. )
"You can go back! You can go back in time and save him."
( And it's there that Mutsunokami skips a step, his pace a little less certain and stops in front of the first body. It's a small room,they don't have very far to go. If they can just step over it, they'll make it to the stairs. The hand on Dextera tightens. )
[ if dextera thought he could go back in time and save his brother, he would. whatever the dilemma facing mutsunokami now is, is something that dextera understands. but he’s gotten the other aspects of it, too. he knows that mutsunokami wants to hold onto his control. he knows that letting mutsunokami slip would be like enabling a baroque, twisting someone into something they never truly wanted to be. ]
You can’t.
[ not here, not now. it’s more than the fact that he shouldn’t, but there’s no real choice to make here. he can’t. this is fake. dextera steps over the body, still holding mutsunokami’s hand, but he doesn’t try to pull him away.
( He looks down at the body which is exactly as he remembers (of course, this is his memory). It's something he's always thought about. If he could go back in time to any moment, things could change. They could runa way, Ryouma could live, he could see the new age he worked so hard to achieve. Imagine all of the things he could still do! He wasn't finished when he was cut down that night.
But what about all of the people who were inspired by him and wouldn't be able to do the things they did if Ryouma had lived? Ryouma wasn't a man searching for fame or glory. He'd wanted to create a better Japan for everyone. History had gone on, even without Ryouma, and others had carried out his legacy. Ryouma died but his dream still lived on...
He gives Dextera's hand a squeeze. He's gripping Dextera's hand and he looks up, jaw clenched tight but eyes doing their very best to look determined. And he takes the step over with Dextera.
As soon as he does, a warm breeze picks up in the room. They don't even have to make it to the staircase. The breeze picks up, a flurry of cherry blossoms and petals spinning in the wind until it becomes so thick with pink and white, it's impossible to see through. And then it passes as quickly as it came, the cherry blossoms dying down with the wind, disappearing into the air until they're back in the town, still holding hands. )
[ the exit from mutsunokami’s heart is almost beautiful, in its purity. step away from the past, being welcomed into what dextera knows is the symbol of a new dawn, a new season because of guren. there’s a lesson to be learned here for both of them. ]
…
[ the town leaves them just as they were brought in, and dextera thinks he understands.
this, too, is something to carry with him into his new world. ]
( He's quiet for a while, almost uncharacteristically so as he takes a moment to collect himself again. For someone usually so bright and full of energy, he doesn't like to show that more vulnerable time from long ago. He can't quite bring himself to let Dextera go just yet but after some time... his grip loosen and he lets the other go free. )
... Sorry. ( That he had to see that. It's not how he wants others to think of him. ) That was a real long time ago.
( Like that some how lessen everything they experienced, )
It's all in the past so... don't worry about it anymore, alright?
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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( Next to Dextera, Mutsunokami regains his composure after being kicked back. He can see the stair rail that must have caught Dextera's attention. It's a small room so they don't have very far to go but they still have to get past this past version of himself and over the bodies on the ground. It isn't easy to move around like this. )
"So you're just going to run away? Run away and call it going forward?" ( The other Mutsunokami laughs but there's no warmth there. Again, there's that dripping sound. At their feet, a fresh pool of blood starts to form, coming from a wound at the Mutsunokami's side. ) "If you don't look back, it's the same as not seeing."
( The real Mutsunokami tugs at Dextera. )
... Ya really think the way out's right there?
( Across the room? If Dextera looks carefully, the cherry blossoms near the staircase stir slightly, like a soft breeze moving them around. )
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…
[ so he nods, back at the real mutsunokami, and then he turns to face this bleeding, angry, hurting one. ]
It’s OK to look back, but you can’t stay there. We can’t stay here. Holding onto the past like this…
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"You don't know what you're talking about!" ( So stop talking. He doesn't want to listen. ) "That guy..." ( He points his sword at the real Mutsunokami, ) "He can change all of this. Isn't that right?"
( And that's what makes Mutsunokami hesitate. He was already alert and on edge but now he just seems tense.
There's an electric feeling in the air now, like something before a storm and the real Mutsunokami grabs Dextera, )
We're getting out of here now.
( He starts to lead the way. )
"You can go back! You can go back in time and save him."
( And it's there that Mutsunokami skips a step, his pace a little less certain and stops in front of the first body. It's a small room,they don't have very far to go. If they can just step over it, they'll make it to the stairs. The hand on Dextera tightens. )
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You can’t.
[ not here, not now. it’s more than the fact that he shouldn’t, but there’s no real choice to make here. he can’t. this is fake. dextera steps over the body, still holding mutsunokami’s hand, but he doesn’t try to pull him away.
he’s inviting him to take that step himself. ]
Don’t give up… on who you are now. Don’t go back.
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But what about all of the people who were inspired by him and wouldn't be able to do the things they did if Ryouma had lived? Ryouma wasn't a man searching for fame or glory. He'd wanted to create a better Japan for everyone. History had gone on, even without Ryouma, and others had carried out his legacy. Ryouma died but his dream still lived on...
He gives Dextera's hand a squeeze. He's gripping Dextera's hand and he looks up, jaw clenched tight but eyes doing their very best to look determined. And he takes the step over with Dextera.
As soon as he does, a warm breeze picks up in the room. They don't even have to make it to the staircase. The breeze picks up, a flurry of cherry blossoms and petals spinning in the wind until it becomes so thick with pink and white, it's impossible to see through. And then it passes as quickly as it came, the cherry blossoms dying down with the wind, disappearing into the air until they're back in the town, still holding hands. )
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…
[ the town leaves them just as they were brought in, and dextera thinks he understands.
this, too, is something to carry with him into his new world. ]
You did it.
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... Sorry. ( That he had to see that. It's not how he wants others to think of him. ) That was a real long time ago.
( Like that some how lessen everything they experienced, )
It's all in the past so... don't worry about it anymore, alright?