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HEARTFORGE - ☆ZRAEL (Session 4)
You are in the heart of a massive forge. In front of you are tools, and your objective is clear - to use them to channel the strength of your heart and create.
What are you creating? Who can say. Only you - and only you'll know if - and when, it's good enough. The stories before you are not yours right now, but you'll make them yours soon enough.
And you will survive.
What are you creating? Who can say. Only you - and only you'll know if - and when, it's good enough. The stories before you are not yours right now, but you'll make them yours soon enough.
And you will survive.
DISCUSSION
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I have absolutely no idea how we're going to counter a press conference.
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LINKS
"There was once an ordinary, hopeful girl." > (LINK)
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#1
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To counter being ordinary and hopeful, we have someone extraordinary who doesn't have hope.
[ It's not difficult for her to choose one thing to contribute for this feeling, rather it's narrowing things down that's the problem. In the end, Aliza thinks of the moment she realized that her kind hibernates for extended periods, and that when she wakes up she has no memories, nothing of herself, no language or personality. That no matter how she grows or who she comes to love, she'll only lose it all, again and again. ]
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Good lord, just how depressing was my life.
#2
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Failing that, I guess just general illegal things would work.
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"She did what came naturally and reacted to what was going on around her by doing the right thing, regardless of what anyone else said."
[ This one isn't so much a specific memory, but a series of discussions she'd had with people: Kitsu, Doctor, Causality, and some others. Just discussing how they weren't going to let Production control they were with each other, how they take care of each other. They can be stuffed into as many murder and betrayal games as anyone can imagine and she'll still care about and help and protect the people around her, no matter what. No one can take that from them unless they take it from themselves. ]
#3
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"but she couldn't be happy, because she was always alone, used by those who were supposed to watch over her, and tormented for being who she was.
[ Aliza calls up the memory of herself as an experiment, laying on a bloody table while some man pestered her to be more cultured so she could entertain his "guests", whatever that meant. Maybe friends he wanted to show off his inhuman pet to, or perhaps he was charging admission for the public. Whatever the case, she was all alone and stuck, toyed with and used. ]
#4
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"One day, when she was at her lowest, her friends gathered to support her. They refused to give up on her, or turn their backs on her. She knew that even if she gave up, they would be there for her anyway."
[ Aliza thinks about the first time she retrieved a memory, the one that Viola and Dia saw earlier, the massacre in Vietnam. She was so afraid that everyone would turn on her in disgust, but no one did. They let her grieve, and they promised that if she ever went out of control again, they would kill her before they let her hurt anyone. And even though she wanted to give up, and maybe one day would give up, she knew that she wouldn't be alone when she did. ]
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Huuuuh.
My life really is getting too interesting.
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Maybe if I just say the opposite words, something will come to us...?
"So she gave up her work and didn't know what to do. She couldn't act until she felt the noise of life around her again. Until the world was a swirling mass of beautiful, confusing chaos again."
...I don't know, it seems like the point here is that the good thing about life isn't that it's all in a neat line, but that it's full of potential. That's the contrast to being neat and grinding out work just to make sense of things -- not wanting things to make sense. Giving up that control.
[ The first thing to mind is her emotional bond during these unit games, how it forced her to try and understand people who felt like strangers. And also the bond she and Lupine shared just yesterday, how upsetting and confusing it was to let him past the veneer of composure and into the dark, painful core of herself. And then feeling how much he cares for her in spite of it, that nothing he felt scared him or made him doubt that care. It was awful, disorienting, but -- also wonderful. ]
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