"Hmm, sounds like that's been a while. How did it go, something about a blonde demon that will come and whisk you away at night if you don't eat your vegetables? It's incredibly silly." But it also persisted like some sort of godforsaken rumor in Silesse, just for the fun of it of course, but that was it, there wasn't anything else to it and as outrageous as it might have been, it was just something to scare children with in hindsight. But that was that. "I didn't mean that, though. There's other thrians, like you - they all share one thing, and that's pretty much having two nationalities and two different parents. That doesn't mean you have to denounce yourself, though.", he clarified and Yujin hoped that he'd get the message across, even if Richard didn't seem to be particularly upset about it right now. Had he been in the past? There was no way of telling without asking a journal that served as his memory, but even then, the entries seemed short, if anything, and not like something that Yujin could always ask - maybe Richard wanted him to remember as much as he himself did, and while something like this was plenty useful, he didn't want it to become the singular thing that kept himself and all that he didn't want to forget afloat. "Does it ... hurt?", he asked, as stupid as it was, before sighing. "I mean, not like, constantly. I phrased that bad, but, did it hurt recently? How does it hurt?", he then questioned.
If that was too much, Richard didn't have to answer and while Yujin enjoyed talking to him, his replies grew less frequent - something Yujin could only blame himself for, after all, now that he wasn't making much of an effort to lead a conversation, but that didn't suffice, it shouldn't, even if Richard needed to rest, he liked hearing his voice, though, constant praise wouldn't help. "You told me because I asked before ... was I nosy?" That was all that kept their conversation afloat, and yet, he much rather heard it from Richard than to ask himself, his past self, contained on pages of torn and smudged paper, long gone and whisked away by the icy breezes of Silesse. What an ugly fate that was, but not an unfathomable one - and definitely none that was unthinkable. He'd only have to stop taking his medication and pester Muhan about a heart, human or not, forever trapped in the icy floes of Silesse - and then, Yujin did remember something else. "You know, a heart symbolizes a few things. I don't know if we went over those, but in Silesse, nothing rots - that's why we burn the dead, and it's mostly the same for a lot of Thria, too. Not burning someone is an exception. With a heart trapped in an icy grave, that would either mean that you want something to remember them by, to force them to stay and never be free of their mortal toiling, or ... it's symbolic for someone that died, in some way." And given the fact that Richard had mentioned a silessian crest, Yujin had an idea right about now, one he didn't spell out - it was too much and the topic at hand was already a sour one, for both of them at that. Finding jokes in his dairy wasn't going to suffice, and yet, he went through all of the pages until he found the last entry, not bothering to read the rest. Oddly enough, he'd stopped writing at some point, but the last page was painful enough to make him close the book two sentences in. "Did anything help with your nightmares, even if only a bit?", he then asked. "I feel like I'm back where I used to be: Figuring out how to get rid of them ... hm. Oh! No, wait ... Shuren will yell at me if I just take you somewhere."
If that was too much, Richard didn't have to answer and while Yujin enjoyed talking to him, his replies grew less frequent - something Yujin could only blame himself for, after all, now that he wasn't making much of an effort to lead a conversation, but that didn't suffice, it shouldn't, even if Richard needed to rest, he liked hearing his voice, though, constant praise wouldn't help. "You told me because I asked before ... was I nosy?" That was all that kept their conversation afloat, and yet, he much rather heard it from Richard than to ask himself, his past self, contained on pages of torn and smudged paper, long gone and whisked away by the icy breezes of Silesse. What an ugly fate that was, but not an unfathomable one - and definitely none that was unthinkable. He'd only have to stop taking his medication and pester Muhan about a heart, human or not, forever trapped in the icy floes of Silesse - and then, Yujin did remember something else. "You know, a heart symbolizes a few things. I don't know if we went over those, but in Silesse, nothing rots - that's why we burn the dead, and it's mostly the same for a lot of Thria, too. Not burning someone is an exception. With a heart trapped in an icy grave, that would either mean that you want something to remember them by, to force them to stay and never be free of their mortal toiling, or ... it's symbolic for someone that died, in some way." And given the fact that Richard had mentioned a silessian crest, Yujin had an idea right about now, one he didn't spell out - it was too much and the topic at hand was already a sour one, for both of them at that. Finding jokes in his dairy wasn't going to suffice, and yet, he went through all of the pages until he found the last entry, not bothering to read the rest. Oddly enough, he'd stopped writing at some point, but the last page was painful enough to make him close the book two sentences in. "Did anything help with your nightmares, even if only a bit?", he then asked. "I feel like I'm back where I used to be: Figuring out how to get rid of them ... hm. Oh! No, wait ... Shuren will yell at me if I just take you somewhere."
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.