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I spent a lot of time with Proud. I had come to like her in a way no one else ever before. We were utterly alone in this. I could say any right move to manipulate anyone. But every cycle, every loop it was the same. Not with Proud. She was the only one who kept her consciousness through the resets.
I might have gone crazy actually if I had to ‘re-meet’ her every single time.
“Hey Proud, let’s take a walk,” I said, looking down the bar. Everyone else stared at me, holding the door open for an invisible person. These people stopped seeming real to me a long, long time ago.
“I am really impressed with you so far, Tre, you are making great progress.”
We took a walk over to a small park, where there was a fountain jetting upwards and a bench overlooking the pond. We sat down. I didn’t expect to do much this time period, mainly used it just for a break.
I turned, smiling at her briefly before sighing as I turned forward. “The Emotion Field sure isn’t perfect for what is occurring here, is it?” I asked. The Emotion Field I eventually learned was the term that referred to a dimensionality our experiences, especially the strong ones, are laid down on. The somberness of graveyards was the easiest example.
“I sympathize with you. The fact your recollection is imperfect is a testament to your fortitude and determination.”
I laughed. “The words are nice, but the situation isn’t. Thanks anyway, Proud. So you remember everything? Is that even possible from a memory point of view?”
She was twirling a piece of her hair and her ribbon in her fingers. She acted like such a girl at times, it was endearing. “You act like we have to play by the same rules. What is it like for you?”
“Sucks,” I said, sprawling out on the bench, my arm was around her back. She giggled, and leaned into me. She nuzzled her head against my shoulder. “I very rarely remember anything specific. It’s mostly this endless overpowering vagueness. I know that doesn’t make full sense. But I come up to situations, and on this unclear level I remember how to do things. I remember how to aim, how to fight, how to dodge, how to say things specifically to manipulate people.”
I stopped, pointing at two girls that were walking by. “I don’t seem to know anything about the blonde, but the dark hair one, I get hit with these thoughts that she likes vanilla cake, likes showing off her flexibility, and is lonely. Also she’d fall for my ‘come with me if you want to live’ gambit.” I looked down, pulling Proud away from me for a moment. “Then later I really get to see her flexibility in action…” I hit her with a sly smile.
Proud playfully hit me. “You’re bad.”
“I joke, but in truth it really messes with me. I start to forget what I know ‘for real’ compared to remembering from back fractures. I have essentially given up on thinking that maybe I am just projecting or making up things like what I said about that girl and simple roll with that I have found all those things out in the past. It is this disturbing thing where I ‘know’ so much, but can’t remember how I know any of it.”
“I am sorry, Trego.” She was sincere. “Is there anything I can help you with right now? You know you only need to ask.”
I didn’t have any requests; simply being with her was enough.