pc catchall for namine (whitewalls)

[foodbin]

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[whitewalls]

No, I--

[ there's a pause as she clearly isn't sure what to say. ]

Did you see that?

[foodbin]

[She looks around, expression confused.]

See what?

[whitewalls]

I just... saw some sort of vision? With you in it.

[ there's a pause, because she both doesn't know how to say this and she's also confused as to

what she even just saw. ]

You were tied to a chair and someone else was singing?

[foodbin]

...What?

[She glances at the hand she placed on Naminé's shoulder a moment ago, eyes narrowing in confusion. The memory itself is put aside while she thinks about how this could have happened.]

That doesn't make any sense.

[whitewalls]

I don't know. It was... strange.

[ the memory itself and just the fact that she saw it at all ]

[foodbin]

I didn't mean to freak you out. You said it was...

[As she thinks back on it, the singing doesn't narrow it down much, but the tied to a chair part... Ah.]

Oh, no. Oh my god.

[whitewalls]

... do you know what it was?

[ it kind of seems like it, even if she's hoping that it was just some weird joke from the universe, like the get along shirt. ]

[foodbin]

Yes.

[uuuuugh]

You shouldn't have had to see that. Nobody should have had to see that.

[whitewalls]

What was going on? Who were those people who approached him?

[ emma was also very distressed, but naminé isn't sure how much she wants to explain. ]

[foodbin]

[There’s a pause, but after she hesitates:]

I don’t think you’re going to like the answer.

[whitewalls]

You don't have to tell me.

[ she's curious, since the memory was... intense....

but she also won't force her to give the details. ]

[foodbin]

You're probably better off.

[rip!!]

...I just hope it doesn't happen again.

[whitewalls]

[ that's fine she's just going to imagine the worst case scenario instead ]

I wonder what caused that...?

[foodbin]

[She pauses.]

...I can think of a way to test it out, but only if you're comfortable with that.

[whitewalls]

[ she nods her head ]

We can try.

[foodbin]

Put your hand on my arm, okay?

[whitewalls]

Okay.

[ there's a pause, and she'll set her hand on her. and just like before, another vision (10:41 to 13:43) will start to play. ]

[foodbin]

[There's a lot to unpack there, but as she pulls away... A few moments pass, and then:]

Well, first off, you're not a witch.

[whitewalls]

... thanks.

[ she shifts awkwardly. ]

I suppose now we know how it happens.

[foodbin]

[it feels a little unfair to be openly curious when she just refused to talk about her own, so:]

We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

[whitewalls]

[ she just shakes her head. ]

... that is how my power works. I mentioned it to you before, right? The memory thing.

[foodbin]

[She nods.]

You mentioned it had to do with memories and that people thought it was useful.

[whitewalls]

Mm. That's why.

[ she sighs ]

But don't worry, everything is okay now. That problem was solved.

[foodbin]

Which problem...?

[She can think of Several based on that memory.]

[whitewalls]

[ hmmm ]

... I don't have to see that woman anymore.