AUDIENCE: SHARON

[retellers]

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[maidforservice]

[heehee. lifts a hand to her mouth to hide a sly smile]

Who can say?

[. . .]

I do empathize with your position. It must be awful to have had your entire identity stripped away from you so suddenly and inexplicably.

[retellers]

Well, what I do know is that I somehow agreed to it, one way or another. So, I suppose I have no one to blame but myself, really.

[maidforservice]

. . . how convenient of the Realm, to allow you the memory of your agreement to be here.

You don't fear that memory may be falsified?

[retellers]

[ their finger taps against the bench. when they speak, their tone is still light, apparently unperturbed. ]

For now, what else can I do but trust my intuition? The lack of awareness of anything else--amnesia, after all--makes any other option difficult at the moment.

[maidforservice]

[a light laugh, not quite a giggle but also. . . kind of a giggle]

What can you trust if not yourself and your own instincts. . .? I understand.

[retellers]

It is what it is. I realize everything is rather difficult to believe.

[maidforservice]

But we wouldn't accomplish anything at all without even the tiniest bit of belief in something.

[nodnods. it makes sense to her, even if she finds Fox's and the other Leaders' situations kind of. . . sad]

[. . .]

[and. . . maybe, just maybe, a little uncomfortably familiar]

[retellers]

Haha... yes. [ ... ] It sounds naive out of context, and maybe it still is with context, but that's what I think.

[maidforservice]

If it helps, you will receive no judgment from me.

[she wouldn't call herself naive, but-- well. Rean is, in some ways. . . and she can't help but admire him, can she?]

[retellers]

[ a smile. ]

That's quite generous of you.

[maidforservice]

Is it?

[she isn't so sure, but. . .]

I suppose it's merely because I've come to admire other individuals that I'd call "naive."

[retellers]

[ they sheepishly wave a hand. ]

You make me sound as if I'm an idealist--the protagonist of a story! I'm more of a supporting character, really.

[maidforservice]

Do you think so?

[lightly teasing!! and amused]

I don't see why that would change anything.

[retellers]

Just don't have any unrealistic expectations of me, hm? [ cheerfully, ] Though of course, as your designated support, I'll do my best to live up to them regardless.

[maidforservice]

. . . I still find it curious that you six were told to support us when it seems as though you can use our support more.

[than they can use theirs, she means. AH, WELL]

For instance, who is in charge of cooking your meals? Of cleaning your room? Of organizing your papers? Don't tell me none of you have assistants to help you with these tasks.

[retellers]

Well, we technically signed up for this, even if we don't quite remember how. So, any consequences are ours to deal with, right?

[ ... they laugh. ]

Oh, no. We're our own assistants. Though I don't disagree that some of the others could use... help in that regard.

[maidforservice]

[. . . heehee]

People like Master Goat?

[she has never met Goat but she has ASSUMPTIONS based on, like. everything]

[retellers]

[ ha. ha. ]

They would be one of them, yes... although from my understanding, they don't need to eat or drink, so perhaps not in that regard?

[maidforservice]

[??]

What sort of being doesn't need to eat nor drink?

[retellers]

Well, they don't remember. But according to them, they know they're not human, at least, and you'll probably see that for yourself when you meet them.

[maidforservice]

I look forward to that day.

[FOR SO MANY REASONS]