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I am a bundle of energy, remember?

Right...

[But then he just switches over to the audio function, because he feels like he'll be saying lot... that he doesn't want to type out. That would be a lot of typing.]

Remember when I asked about being normal?

Oh, right.

Hmm... Did you want me to come over instead? I'm a bit wary when it comes to talking about personal matters on the bracelet. [ What if the gods have these tapped?! Even if it's filtered or like in someone's voicemail. ]

Oh, well... it's night, so. And I hear that it's not good to stay in a different welcome hall for so long. [... So yes he does, but. Environment.]

Heeey, I wouldn't be staying for that long! Calm yourself, Odin.

Sheesh. [ She'll laugh a bit. ]

Mn... I'll meet you right outside the Welcome Hall.

[He doesn't want to... cause her too much trouble. Mrrrr.]

I'll see you in a bit then! [ She'll go toddle her way to Odin in a bit, huehuehuehue. Of course, she'll bring some snacks that she made and everything! ]

[Damien will be sitting near the miracle berry plants that he's growing, waiting for Argenta. It's right around the Welcome Hall. He didn't really bring Jinjing with him either, because he should be getting some rest. Yeah.]

Yooo! [ She'll wave from afar before she gets there. ]

The stars are nice out, aren't they? [ Small talk is polite and lightens up the mood, okay. She'll take a seat next to him. She'll give Damien one of those rice crackers that are lightly coated with some type of brown sugar mix. ]

[He waves back and then looks up at the sky to actually see if there were stars since he didn't notice them before. He doesn't say anything about that and looks back at Argenta.]

I guess... [He also takes the rice cracker.] Thanks.

No problem! I recently tried making them and I thought they were pretty omnom-worthy. [ She couldn't think of a better word at the moment, shut up. She'll take another glance at the stars though. ]

So what's wrong, huh? Were you confused as to how you couldn't reach the top shelf anymore? [ She's kidding since she remembers him talking about normal or something. ]

But in all seriousness...

[He takes a bite out of the rice cracker, chews, and swallows. Oh... it's pretty good just as Argenta says. He nods a bit in response to the food topic and finishes his rice cracker.]

I, um... [He's not sure how to start.]

... I saw some things. Not in a dream, but while I was awake. Kind of like channel surfing except it keeps going back to the same channel...

Ah... I'm not sure I can relate, but it really sounds like Spectator vision. The TV channel switching thing, I meant. [ She scratches her cheek as she takes a bite into her own rice cracker as a way to keep her mouth shut from running on and on. ]

What... [ She seems a bit hesitant since she kind of has some idea. ] Did you see?

I don't think I'm a Spectator... or anything. [He doesn't really understand that, but he gets a feeling that he's not. There's a small sigh and he kind of wants to hold onto something or have something in his hand... maybe the rice cracker would work.]

The buildings crumbled, kind of like in those movies where they show apocalypse stuff. The city was basically empty... There weren't any people except one and he was really wounded badly. And... [His voice falters a little as he slightly tilts his head down.]

... Orange eyes and red strings...

[ Fuuu, oh, Damien. She'll give him another rice cracker since she brought a couple for them along with Jinjing if he was around. She'll also rub his back a bit as he tilts his head down. ]

It must have been hard to take in. [ She was going to make an Aiden jab, but it doesn't seem like Damien would like that or anything with orange eyes.

Especially when this isn't a dream. But please go on, she'll also continue to rub his back hoping it helps somewhat. ]

[It actually does! His shoulders droop as he's trying to relax and not freak out.]

I think I remember feeling really mad and sad at the same time... but I didn't really get it... or why I felt like that.

Hm... I would imagine it had to do with who you are back then maybe. [ Yeaaah. To her, it kind of sounds like a past life if nothing more.

Still rubbing his back and going to pet him too. ]

What do you mean by that though? [That he was just that horrible--But he remembers that he said it himself... that it was subjective. So it wasn't horrible for him back then? Is that why he did those things?

Damien glances over at the small miracle berry plants off to the side.]

Does it... really have to be like that?

Your previous life. It's not always the case, but that's what it sounds like--you're watching the things you might have done before. Before you became who you are now. [ Things that happen in your last life come back to haunt you, ooooh. But in all seriousness, it's still a bit discouraging to think about especially since Damien is still a kid. She'll also look over to the berry plants as well. ]

... Have to be like what exactly?

I'm not really sure how to feel, actually... [Damien lets out a small sigh, averting his gaze from the plants and back down at the ground.]

... It's not like everyday you find out that you were supposed to be a worldender or something, I guess... Though, it's kind of discouraging... and I don't really want to know more, but I feel like I have to know.

I've only heard stories of the tale and watched it as a bystander, but I'm sure that you didn't have a choice. [ She didn't exactly see anything too detailed nor too close, but she can kind of remember a scenario or so where it wasn't scary.

It was sad. ] But... hey. You can save your questions for home, Damien. Use Asgard as a time to prepare for that and look to the future.

It's your second chance after all, right?

... I guess so. I mean, there must have been a good reason why they didn't tell me and why I'm like this, so... [And he thinks he knows the reason. Yeah. Not to destroy the world even further.]

Will we really get to go home though?

[ There, there, Damien. Let her give you a little hug and a pet on the head. ]

I'm not sure... But there's always that chance, right? And there will always be people waiting for you at home.

... I remember hearing from somebody else that when we go back, it'll be like we never left. So technically, he wouldn't really be waiting.

I don't know... Technically, he would be waiting!

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