[The hurting, at least. The rest is... very much a mixed bag. He likes gaining power- it's exhilarating as it is exhausting, and it had made him feel bit by bit like he deserved the moniker of Chosen. Reality may be bittersweet, but it'd come with enough perks that he doesn't regret all of it.
His expression sobers a moment later, considering her question. Overwhelming... it isn't a simple yes or no answer, much as he wishes it were. He'd spent most days after leaving Insomnia trying not to feel overwhelmed. Compared to this, nearly all of those experiences ought to be a walk in the park; he can remember each and every one of those memories, good or bad, but they didn't feel so... heavy... in comparison. This feels more like the literal weight of the world just out of his reach- and he's content to leave it there, out of his mind, or at least behind a wall protecting him from it.]
It's fine. Mostly fine. I don't really think about it. If I try to, it's like... [He lifts his hand and spreads his palm out from his head, a bursting gesture. Firecracker, explosion. The threat of overwhelming.] I get the feeling I'm not supposed to keep them yet... I probably wasn't supposed to leave the Crystal until I was done cooking, if you get me.
[He's not ungrateful, even if the burden is a heavy one to carry. He'd rather be here, as himself, not that thirty-year-old stranger who'd stared back at him from the mirror or someone with a collection of memories he never earned. But there's no denying that sense of wrong he feels, sometimes.]
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Not really a fan of it, myself.
[The hurting, at least. The rest is... very much a mixed bag. He likes gaining power- it's exhilarating as it is exhausting, and it had made him feel bit by bit like he deserved the moniker of Chosen. Reality may be bittersweet, but it'd come with enough perks that he doesn't regret all of it.
His expression sobers a moment later, considering her question. Overwhelming... it isn't a simple yes or no answer, much as he wishes it were. He'd spent most days after leaving Insomnia trying not to feel overwhelmed. Compared to this, nearly all of those experiences ought to be a walk in the park; he can remember each and every one of those memories, good or bad, but they didn't feel so... heavy... in comparison. This feels more like the literal weight of the world just out of his reach- and he's content to leave it there, out of his mind, or at least behind a wall protecting him from it.]
It's fine. Mostly fine. I don't really think about it. If I try to, it's like... [He lifts his hand and spreads his palm out from his head, a bursting gesture. Firecracker, explosion. The threat of overwhelming.] I get the feeling I'm not supposed to keep them yet... I probably wasn't supposed to leave the Crystal until I was done cooking, if you get me.
[He's not ungrateful, even if the burden is a heavy one to carry. He'd rather be here, as himself, not that thirty-year-old stranger who'd stared back at him from the mirror or someone with a collection of memories he never earned. But there's no denying that sense of wrong he feels, sometimes.]