That I know of, it does not. Unless I do not heal it to completion, in which case then it may. This is all based upon my own very limited experience, however.
The issue is that I do not know whether the scar is from the wolves we faced in the bunker, or if it's from the wolves I faced in the memory that the wolves in the bunker refreshed in my mind. The only bit that leads me to believe it may be the latter is the fact that I have another new scar -- a new old scar -- somewhere the shadow wolves never touched. That I know of, anyway.
There is a chance that it is the latter. You've heard of people whose eye color has changed thanks to Retrospec? Or even their hair colors? The idea is the same, except old injuries can also be "returned" to us.
[Well, now he's heard of all that, at least. Though he supposes that changing an eye color is less of an extreme to be willing to accept than the idea that Retrospec is granting people powers they might have had, in previous lives. Or parallel lives. Whatever the theory is.]
That's. Unsettling. I hadn't imagined the possibility that it might 'reward' someone with anything they might not want and have no way of giving back. Not beyond a memory, at least. I mean, this time it had only been a scar, but. What if it had been worse? What if we don't want what we've been given?
Unfortunately, it appears that Retrospec simply doesn't care. If it's true that they just want to reconstruct us back to how we once were, then I don't think we get the luxury of getting to pick and choose.
[Which probably doesn't help him feel any better about it, but Ardyn will not lie to him.]
You remembered wolves, you said? If you're willing to share, I'm interested in hearing about it.
It's all a bit of a jumble. I'm assuming that the shadow wolves triggered it. Near as I can tell, it's the first memory I've ever recalled, which is why... It's all a bit of a shock really.
There was a pack of wolves, though. I was fighting them. We were in the forest, and there was a fire at our back. It had been built up so that we could use the logs as torches, to defend ourselves against them. But there were too many, and only three of us -- rather like the bunker, all considered.
Not very clearly. Just that one was a man and the other a woman, and that we were all we had to save ourselves. Us against the world, I suppose. But their faces...
It's like a dream, yeah? Only I know that it happened to me.
Their faces were obscured. Yes, I know; this has happened to me more than once. Surrounded by people that I know -- ones that I even recognize from here -- though some of the faces still remain little more than a blur.
Sometimes they will manifest as actual dreams. But one will always be able to tell when you've been visited by a memory. There's a stark difference of just... knowing that it had been real.
I suppose that it's good to hear I'm not the only one who has had trouble recalling my own memories. Even if the concept of it is troubling at best. I'm assuming that the picture will become clearer with time?
[A beat. He has to process that second bit of information. He had thought it was possible, but hearing it directly from another as well is something else.]
[Faolan doesn't say anything about Laurent's dreams. It's too soon to tell for certain whether they were memories from this life or another. If Laurent couldn't tell, there is no way that he can make a suggestion himself. Besides, it's certainly not his information to share either.]
Thanks. For your answers to my questions. I'm still getting used to all of this. Like you said, it's a puzzle, and I've only managed flashes of the man I used to be thus far.
In any case, we have digressed. Is it too much to ask who your original message was meant for? However you may joke, I know it was not myself.
Ah, that. That was meant for Grell Sutcliffe, my girlfriend. The only one I'm inclined to send heart emojis to, and I'm sorry that one ended up on your phone instead of hers.
Ah, its not your fault. Perhaps if you had truly meant the message for me I would suggest you reveal your feelings to me in a more elegant way than emojis, but. Alas our pairing is not meant to be.
I think perhaps it says something about myself that I have received three separate persons' messages for their significant others this month and it is the most romance this phone has ever received, truth be told.
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What you did for me, with the wolves. Your... Magic? The healing. Does it generally leave a scar behind? That you know of?
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That I know of, it does not. Unless I do not heal it to completion, in which case then it may. This is all based upon my own very limited experience, however.
Why? Did it leave a scar?
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The issue is that I do not know whether the scar is from the wolves we faced in the bunker, or if it's from the wolves I faced in the memory that the wolves in the bunker refreshed in my mind. The only bit that leads me to believe it may be the latter is the fact that I have another new scar -- a new old scar -- somewhere the shadow wolves never touched. That I know of, anyway.
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There is a chance that it is the latter. You've heard of people whose eye color has changed thanks to Retrospec? Or even their hair colors? The idea is the same, except old injuries can also be "returned" to us.
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That's. Unsettling. I hadn't imagined the possibility that it might 'reward' someone with anything they might not want and have no way of giving back. Not beyond a memory, at least. I mean, this time it had only been a scar, but. What if it had been worse? What if we don't want what we've been given?
[This is all a bit much okay.]
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[Which probably doesn't help him feel any better about it, but Ardyn will not lie to him.]
You remembered wolves, you said? If you're willing to share, I'm interested in hearing about it.
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There was a pack of wolves, though. I was fighting them. We were in the forest, and there was a fire at our back. It had been built up so that we could use the logs as torches, to defend ourselves against them. But there were too many, and only three of us -- rather like the bunker, all considered.
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Do you remember the faces of the other two?
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It's like a dream, yeah? Only I know that it happened to me.
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Sometimes they will manifest as actual dreams. But one will always be able to tell when you've been visited by a memory. There's a stark difference of just... knowing that it had been real.
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[A beat. He has to process that second bit of information. He had thought it was possible, but hearing it directly from another as well is something else.]
You say that. A memory might manifest as a dream?
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And yes, others have told me they've experienced them in dreams. It's not happened to me quite yet.
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Thanks. For your answers to my questions. I'm still getting used to all of this. Like you said, it's a puzzle, and I've only managed flashes of the man I used to be thus far.
In any case, we have digressed. Is it too much to ask who your original message was meant for? However you may joke, I know it was not myself.
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I think perhaps it says something about myself that I have received three separate persons' messages for their significant others this month and it is the most romance this phone has ever received, truth be told.