[ Which is all he has to say for a moment. He's suddenly struck by a vision of them in the future. It's not a particularly long vision, nor is it anything Midnight would dwell on, as he often doesn't; it's simply a snapshot of them, sitting on a couch like this in the future, wearing about the same things, eating about the same foods, talking about this and that. There's no real indication that this is the future at all. It could be tomorrow.
Still, it's nice. Midnight holds onto that image for a moment, imagining it to be something far off, when they're both old and familiar with each other, then lets it go. ]
Of course. We must create enough narrative space for everyone. And there must be enough days to get to know one each other, and perhaps have a few fights, a few misunderstandings, before arriving back to each other once again.
... I think we must both consider eating a tiny bit more, though. Just to be sure we'll make it to tomorrow.
[ Morbid joke, but Midnight's trying to motivate himself, too. He snags some smoked ham from the tray and tears it apart in his fingers like an animal, feeding bits to Netzach if he so wishes to partake. ]
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[ Which is all he has to say for a moment. He's suddenly struck by a vision of them in the future. It's not a particularly long vision, nor is it anything Midnight would dwell on, as he often doesn't; it's simply a snapshot of them, sitting on a couch like this in the future, wearing about the same things, eating about the same foods, talking about this and that. There's no real indication that this is the future at all. It could be tomorrow.
Still, it's nice. Midnight holds onto that image for a moment, imagining it to be something far off, when they're both old and familiar with each other, then lets it go. ]
Of course. We must create enough narrative space for everyone. And there must be enough days to get to know one each other, and perhaps have a few fights, a few misunderstandings, before arriving back to each other once again.
... I think we must both consider eating a tiny bit more, though. Just to be sure we'll make it to tomorrow.
[ Morbid joke, but Midnight's trying to motivate himself, too. He snags some smoked ham from the tray and tears it apart in his fingers like an animal, feeding bits to Netzach if he so wishes to partake. ]