I realize this is going to sound ridiculous, but after it occurred....have you tried to ride a chocobo again? To see if the knowledge in your - mm, I've been calling mine a remembrance - has somehow come to you?
[she's not going to judge. what he says in these walls stays private - everyone's got their shortcomings. she can't parallel park without twenty minutes and a prayer. why wouldn't Noah have his own difficulties?]
[ It does sound ridiculous — but in a way, he's glad for it. If nothing else, at least, she seems to be taking him seriously rather than brushing him off. ]
Have I tried... [ His brow furrows. The thought of even attempting to ride one again, to actually ride one again, hadn't yet occurred to him; really, after the way his last attempt turned out, he likely would never have given it another thought if Grell hadn't just brought it up. ] No... I never even thought of it.
[ He thinks on it a moment longer, on the word she used: a remembrance... ]
What I saw... I can't imagine it being anything based in reality. [ He can't imagine it being anything he might remember rather than imagine. ] Leaving the chocobo aside, the whole thing seemed more like it came out of a...out of a science fiction film, or something.
[ Well. That does the trick. Gabranth's eyebrows rise sky high as he struggles to find any kind of response to that. ]
That... Ah. That certainly does sound...impossible.
[ Though, really, he's still not fully convinced that these visions are entirely outside the realm of imagination. It does help him feel better that hers is apparently just as ridiculous as his own, if not more so. ]
[ His brow furrows all over again as he recalls the scene — vividly, with none of the struggle he associates with trying to remember a dream upon waking. ]
I looked up into the sky, and there was this...this big— [ If he has any struggle at all, it's in conveying the sheer size of this thing he saw. ] This great, bloody huge— spaceship. Or...something like that, I don't know. Looked like it came straight out of some Galactic Battle movie, only it was...real. And it was huge, and it was loud, and it was flying right overhead.
[ His tone is leaning closer to agitation than wonder, though he still hasn't pinned down exactly what it is about that vision that agitates him. Aside from the fact that he's had to deal with this nonsense in the first place, of course. ]
[she nods, trying to envision the thing, even as part of her brain says that it's nonsensical. crazy. no more so than the living dead, she tells herself.]
I might be making assumptions, but were you maybe running from it? Of course, the size would have been startling for anyone...
[she hears the agitation, and makes a leap of faith - of course, it could have just been a flying ship in general to startle a person.]
Or just that something so big could fly without somehow exploding.
Don't think I was... But I can't say for sure. Seemed to me like it was so damn big there wasn't anywhere to run, but... I just can't remember.
[ Maybe that's what really frustrates him: the fact that he can remember this fantastical sight so vividly, as if it truly were some concrete memory of his, and yet everything else about the scene — why he was there, why that thing was there, or why any of it was happening at all — remains as distant and vague as any half-remembered dream. ]
[she mutters that more than says it, but turns in her chair a little, leaning back to think more.]
It might come to you, in time. I hate having to watch and wait as much as you might, but that's all we can do right now. Apart from commiserate over the absence of horses.
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[she's not going to judge. what he says in these walls stays private - everyone's got their shortcomings. she can't parallel park without twenty minutes and a prayer. why wouldn't Noah have his own difficulties?]
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Have I tried... [ His brow furrows. The thought of even attempting to ride one again, to actually ride one again, hadn't yet occurred to him; really, after the way his last attempt turned out, he likely would never have given it another thought if Grell hadn't just brought it up. ] No... I never even thought of it.
[ He thinks on it a moment longer, on the word she used: a remembrance... ]
What I saw... I can't imagine it being anything based in reality. [ He can't imagine it being anything he might remember rather than imagine. ] Leaving the chocobo aside, the whole thing seemed more like it came out of a...out of a science fiction film, or something.
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[she's confessing to draw him out of hiding, frankly.]
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That... Ah. That certainly does sound...impossible.
[ Though, really, he's still not fully convinced that these visions are entirely outside the realm of imagination. It does help him feel better that hers is apparently just as ridiculous as his own, if not more so. ]
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[and it had taken her a good month to accept that.]
So tell me, what did you see? Aside from the chocobo?
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I looked up into the sky, and there was this...this big— [ If he has any struggle at all, it's in conveying the sheer size of this thing he saw. ] This great, bloody huge— spaceship. Or...something like that, I don't know. Looked like it came straight out of some Galactic Battle movie, only it was...real. And it was huge, and it was loud, and it was flying right overhead.
[ His tone is leaning closer to agitation than wonder, though he still hasn't pinned down exactly what it is about that vision that agitates him. Aside from the fact that he's had to deal with this nonsense in the first place, of course. ]
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I might be making assumptions, but were you maybe running from it? Of course, the size would have been startling for anyone...
[she hears the agitation, and makes a leap of faith - of course, it could have just been a flying ship in general to startle a person.]
Or just that something so big could fly without somehow exploding.
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[ Maybe that's what really frustrates him: the fact that he can remember this fantastical sight so vividly, as if it truly were some concrete memory of his, and yet everything else about the scene — why he was there, why that thing was there, or why any of it was happening at all — remains as distant and vague as any half-remembered dream. ]
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[she mutters that more than says it, but turns in her chair a little, leaning back to think more.]
It might come to you, in time. I hate having to watch and wait as much as you might, but that's all we can do right now. Apart from commiserate over the absence of horses.