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[daemonized]

ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[originallutece]

I simply wonder . . .

This isn't based on my memories, you understand, but simply speculation. But I wonder . . . you were a healer. Jack was some kind of hero. And while I haven't recovered much yet, nothing is particularly disagreeable.

I wonder what happens if they are. If the cognitive dissonance is so great that one simply cannot handle knowing what they used to be.

[daemonized]

It's something I've discussed with others before, because the thought is worrying, isn't it?

What if one's memories paint you as some kind of villain? Or you simply led a discontented life? How do you reconcile these memories with the life you lead now? They say we're only what our experiences mould us to be, after all.

In the end, I think it would depend on the person, and the strength of one's character.

[originallutece]

And I suppose we'll see, one way or another, as time passes. There's quite a few of us now; the odds are someone's going to end up displeased by what they recall.

I simply hope it isn't you or I.

[daemonized]

I think displeasure is to be expected. If these are reflections of past lives, or something similar, I doubt anyone lived one completely free of strife.

It's the degree of discontent that'll prove to be the breaking point.

[originallutece]

And if it should be I? Are you volunteering to pick up the pieces?

[daemonized]

[This text comes without delay, because to Ardyn the answer is obvious.]

Do you even have to ask? Of course I will.

[originallutece]

[Why is that so odd to her? She and Ardyn are hardly new friends, and it's not as if she doesn't feel the exact same level of fierce friendship towards him. If the situation were reversed, of course she'd help him. And yet something in her is always a little shocked when he (or Tony, or Jack, or Fawkes, or any of the men in her life) says things like that.]

Thank you, then. For the assurance.

Text makes the sentiment look paltry, but I mean it, I assure you.

[daemonized]

Then I'll reiterate it in person when I see you next, and you can thank me for it again. How does that sound to you?

[You're stuck with this friendship whether you like it or not, Rosalind. There's no escaping the heap of concern he feels towards everyone close to him that's been affected by Retrospec.]