[His cheek smarts where she struck him, but a bit of physical discomfort is nothing to the humiliation she endured last week. Wordlessly, he moves to the adjacent bed, where Rupe watches Dorothy for a moment before climbing onto his feet and padding over to sniff her feet.]
[ Dorothy glances down at Rupe, then leans down just enough to offer him her hand before she tries to pet him. Hey, buddy. ]
Yes, by... going through twisted approximations of what seemed to be the memories from the others who had also died. [ Hence why she's scuffed up. ]
... I remembered the song, the day I died. The one you were able to recognize when I couldn't. It's strange, the things you sometimes don't realize you've lost until they return to you.
[ Beatrice had commented once that Dorothy always seemed to be humming it, even when she wasn't consciously aware of it. Apparently old habits died hard. ]
[ Stop calling her out that she talks to your master a lot, okay. But also once he's satisfied that he knows her, she'll rub an ear and then let him do as he pleases. ]
... Were you hurt, at all? When you were getting your memories back?
[ Well, he got punched by someone minutes ago, Dorothy. ]
[Satisfied by her familiarity and the rub, Rupe settles down on the floor next to Dorothy's feet. Perhaps she'll be able to sneak in a pet at some point.
The only visible damage on him is, in fact, the red splotch on his face from Dorothy's sucker punch. It will bruise.]
No. We were walking down a dark hallway when they started to return.
No, that was chaotic at best. But the removed were all discussing it before-- that the Leaders remembered that the problem in the Realm was apparently some manner of virus.
I was wondering if that might have had something to do with what happened to them... and how things have disappeared and reappeared this week.
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Rupe is best boy still, but that's fine. Dorothy will finally lift her head and move over to one of the beds to sit on the edge of it.
She's talked enough about it, she thinks. There's no changing what happened. ]
We've gotten closer to the end.
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Have you recovered your memories as well?
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Yes, by... going through twisted approximations of what seemed to be the memories from the others who had also died. [ Hence why she's scuffed up. ]
... I remembered the song, the day I died. The one you were able to recognize when I couldn't. It's strange, the things you sometimes don't realize you've lost until they return to you.
[ Beatrice had commented once that Dorothy always seemed to be humming it, even when she wasn't consciously aware of it. Apparently old habits died hard. ]
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Memories are sometimes all that remain. It's natural not to realize once you've forgotten.
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... Were you hurt, at all? When you were getting your memories back?
[ Well, he got punched by someone minutes ago, Dorothy. ]
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The only visible damage on him is, in fact, the red splotch on his face from Dorothy's sucker punch. It will bruise.]
No. We were walking down a dark hallway when they started to return.
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I meant more the process of finding the Leaders, but... [ Wow that mark sure is gonna bruise, huh. Amazing. ]
Goat's, ah. Aura told us that they were lost when he had us go through the pathway, and that you were all trying to find them.
Admittedly, I'm not sure what that entailed. [ Dark hallways, apparently. ]
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[ Dorothy hums a little, thoughtfully. ]
... By any chance, was there any mention of a virus?
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Was there any mention of it in your journey?
Aren't you supposed to be asleep
I was wondering if that might have had something to do with what happened to them... and how things have disappeared and reappeared this week.
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It's been said that eliminating the virus may require more than a fight.
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[ She says it a little dryly, because that just makes her sound old. ]
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[ Dorothy is not afraid of books, but they only have a few days left as is. ]
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