[A name. Battler may be one of the few who can imagine what a treasure that is. After all, this person cannot have physical gifts. A name is as good as a gifted box of chocolate to this one.
That talk of changing, too, is a valuable gift to this one nicknamed 'Ariel.' They repeat Battler's words, cementing this valuable conversation in their memory.]
Change. I could do that. I've already... changed one thing that is forbidden.
[Silence. Then, a soft laugh.] 'Time' is not here. 'Space' cannot be here either. No, those I know I cannot change. However.
[Battler's experience in this strange area will come to a quick close now. As 'Ariel' runs towards him, racing their own vanishing light, and reaches out for his wrists. Their form turns to darkness quickly, yet they are painfully hot to touch when the light is gone.]
This, I can-- [There's a loud sound like a roaring train, which drowns out their voice. Then they are gone and Battler is, again, the only source of light in the darkness.
Well. Battler, and the experiences that reflect in the ripples beneath his feet. When he wakes up, the red marks of 'Ariel's' hands will take a few hours to fully fade away.]
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[A name. Battler may be one of the few who can imagine what a treasure that is. After all, this person cannot have physical gifts. A name is as good as a gifted box of chocolate to this one.
That talk of changing, too, is a valuable gift to this one nicknamed 'Ariel.' They repeat Battler's words, cementing this valuable conversation in their memory.]
Change. I could do that. I've already... changed one thing that is forbidden.
[Silence. Then, a soft laugh.] 'Time' is not here. 'Space' cannot be here either. No, those I know I cannot change. However.
[Battler's experience in this strange area will come to a quick close now. As 'Ariel' runs towards him, racing their own vanishing light, and reaches out for his wrists. Their form turns to darkness quickly, yet they are painfully hot to touch when the light is gone.]
This, I can-- [There's a loud sound like a roaring train, which drowns out their voice. Then they are gone and Battler is, again, the only source of light in the darkness.
Well. Battler, and the experiences that reflect in the ripples beneath his feet. When he wakes up, the red marks of 'Ariel's' hands will take a few hours to fully fade away.]