[Ardyn raises a brow where he stands, though Fynn can't see it. He's heating up some water now, waiting for it to boil. He already has the tea bag and its mug otherwise prepared and ready to go.]
I can't be certain of anything, if I'm to be completely honest with you. In the context of reality, they lack sense. For instance, those monsters I mentioned? I can tell you that nothing of the sort exists in our world, but-
[He pauses, a moment of consideration.] But I know that they were real. Are real? Difficult to say, and even harder to explain to someone fortunate enough to not experience these memories. They're too vivid. Too... lingering, in the mind.
[But he shrugs. It still wasn't proof of them being real, and Ardyn knows that. All he can do is explain how it felt, and a lawyer like himself knows that falls short of physical proof.]
If you're asking what the catalyst is, I suggest you start with the common factor. Retrospec.
[A scoff escapes Fynn as he closes his eyes briefly. They ache terribly.]
They're dancing circles around law enforcement like a damn ballerina. We can't get the top brass to give us the "Okay" to search their facilities even with all the weirdness happening. We literally have our hands tied behind our backs.
[A deep sigh escapes the younger Izunia as he opens his eyes again.]
But if they're the commonality between us all, we're looking at a wide spread epidemic that is bound to worsen. That's why I'm pretty damn worried. If you just know those memories are real, then how will these memories effect your everyday life?
[Eventually, Ardyn comes out, mug of tea in hand. He moves over to where Fynn is, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and offers it to him. (Frowning a little, too; Fynn just looks worse now than he did moments before.)]
I'm hoping that they won't. Perhaps that's what is most disconcerting about it all.
[A beat, and then.] Are you feeling warm or cold? [If Fynn has the chills, then he bets he has a fever too.]
I suppose we won't know until the truth shows itself.
[That's probably the most cryptic thing he's said all day.]
We'll wait and see, I guess. [He takes the mug from Ardyn with an inaudible "thank you" to follow. After a few sips, Fynn finally admits to his malady which a feat within itself.]
Colder than a witch's toe, to be honest. You got the damn windows open.
[And so, once again the conversation concerning memories is put carefully to the side in Ardyn's mind. He chooses to focus on Fynn's health for now, as that appears to be the most pressing matter.
A frown.]
No, I don't. You're feeling chilled because you're probably running a fever.
[And then, a bit sternly, like a parent talking to a child:] Stay home tomorrow. You'd be useless at work anyway.
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I can't be certain of anything, if I'm to be completely honest with you. In the context of reality, they lack sense. For instance, those monsters I mentioned? I can tell you that nothing of the sort exists in our world, but-
[He pauses, a moment of consideration.] But I know that they were real. Are real? Difficult to say, and even harder to explain to someone fortunate enough to not experience these memories. They're too vivid. Too... lingering, in the mind.
[But he shrugs. It still wasn't proof of them being real, and Ardyn knows that. All he can do is explain how it felt, and a lawyer like himself knows that falls short of physical proof.]
If you're asking what the catalyst is, I suggest you start with the common factor. Retrospec.
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[A scoff escapes Fynn as he closes his eyes briefly. They ache terribly.]
They're dancing circles around law enforcement like a damn ballerina. We can't get the top brass to give us the "Okay" to search their facilities even with all the weirdness happening. We literally have our hands tied behind our backs.
[A deep sigh escapes the younger Izunia as he opens his eyes again.]
But if they're the commonality between us all, we're looking at a wide spread epidemic that is bound to worsen. That's why I'm pretty damn worried. If you just know those memories are real, then how will these memories effect your everyday life?
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I'm hoping that they won't. Perhaps that's what is most disconcerting about it all.
[A beat, and then.] Are you feeling warm or cold? [If Fynn has the chills, then he bets he has a fever too.]
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[That's probably the most cryptic thing he's said all day.]
We'll wait and see, I guess. [He takes the mug from Ardyn with an inaudible "thank you" to follow. After a few sips, Fynn finally admits to his malady which a feat within itself.]
Colder than a witch's toe, to be honest. You got the damn windows open.
[No, he doesn't.]
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A frown.]
No, I don't. You're feeling chilled because you're probably running a fever.
[And then, a bit sternly, like a parent talking to a child:] Stay home tomorrow. You'd be useless at work anyway.