[In the silence, it's easy to guess where Maelle's mind goes. If Gustave forgot her, their time together... if he lost his kindness or any of the things that made him him, she wouldn't know what to do.]
[Gustave's closet... a less bleak thing, these days, but still behind. Maelle tries to peer over Sciel's shoulder, as if she can tell what she's looking at exactly.]
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Depends on what you forget. Having someone back at the cost of their memory of you or what matters to them is a pretty steep price to pay.
[She'd pay it, for certain things, but for others... would she even be herself anymore?]
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[In the silence, it's easy to guess where Maelle's mind goes. If Gustave forgot her, their time together... if he lost his kindness or any of the things that made him him, she wouldn't know what to do.]
Something for us to still avoid.
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At all costs, I think. Death isn't death anymore, not here.
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[Look, she feels a little more human despite the not-so-happy conversation. Maelle snuggles in tighter to Sciel's warmth. She's good at this.]
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And we can’t have that! We’ll make sure you’re full of sugar, too.
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[If only Sciel could cook without getting out of the bed.]
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[She didn't sign up to move things around! ... but for Sciel, anything.]
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Hey! [Please her weakness... her sides... ] It's been colder and Gustave snores more than you!
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[She relents.. but only a little :')]
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I've learned to sleep through it!
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A lot to endure to avoid moving a bit of furniture!
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[Are these ribs???]
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Alright! Who am I to argue with a girl who knows what she wants.
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Okay! I’ve learned my lesson.
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Okay. A truce. I'm done. And I'll get out of bed when you do.
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Now, then! I want to make breakfast.
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With a sigh, Maelle sits up, too.]
Are we bringing it back in here?
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[Up she gets to her feet.]
Besides, you’ll feel more alive upright. People were made to move around and keep busy, you know.
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[Thanks, Gustave. Maelle's hair is a messy red nest, and she scratches her scalp through it with a thoughtful tilt of her head towards Sciel.]
You've just revealed to me why you never seem to stop moving for long.
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[Sciel heads to the door, but on second thought, stops at the closet and pokes her head in for a second, gaze passing over Gustave’s clothes briefly.]
Well, I like being alive!
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What are we looking for?
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It’s getting colder. Gustave’s going to need some warmer clothes.
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