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Just a place for dumping calibration info/writeups w/ included HTML.

UPDATE: also for storing memories for Hugtopia Memory share, for Lup and Noctis.

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[The plane suddenly rockets forward, taking off into the air and soaring through a wormhole. The skies open up on the other side on a beautiful planet, covered mostly in water with a collection of tropical islands everywhere, and as he flies them towards the building, everything fades into a memory-]

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Of course they'd come to him in his quarters, where he has no means of dodging their questions. He wouldn't have let them in to begin with, but they'd caught him

Mirage brings up Alfheim, and he feels a sharp pang in his heart at the memory, of blood and bodies and screaming in the air, of being trapped in his own madness until Kaname's song had set him free. He remembers hearing words like "no survivors" and "mass graves" and "casualty numbers" from his recovery room as reports came in from around the world. He remembers, vaguely but horrifically, his own hands murdering more people than he cares to think about. Some were innocent, unaffected by the disease running rampant through his veins. Others were not. He killed them, all the same.

She'd done her research. It's not a surprise- that's just the sort of person she is. For the first time he wishes she wasn't so damned competent. He listens quietly to their complaints, answers their questions, ignores their demands. They think they know more than they actually do. Again, not surprising. They're young and lack experience; it's part of why he's so hard on them. They do mean well, so he keeps his temper in check and only shows them out when they insist on fighting against the decision he's made… until Hayate touches the bracelet.

"Don't touch that!"

That's his. That's private.The bracelet he's carried for two years now, the one that carries her song- what's helped him hold on to his sanity all this time while he kept his secrets from the one who could truly help him if he needed it- this fool goes and drops it, of course, and there it is, playing for the both of them to see. AXIA. Her voice.

He's not allowed to keep his secrets anymore, it seems. With a tight frown he retrieves the bracelet before they can examine it too closely, and then for the first time ever, he bows to them, polite and respectful despite the irritation he carries, and simply pleads, "Don't tell anyone about me. Please."

When they leave, he sits down on his bed, gripping his wrist, and just… lets the song play for a while, over and over, allowing her voice to calm his pounding heart.

It's like feeling a dream die all over again, the second time in his life. It's awful, and his heart sinks with the knowledge that nothing he does will stop this from coming.

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[As the scene fades away, they find themselves back on the runway where they'd begun.]

[The plane suddenly rockets forward, taking off into the air and soaring through a wormhole. The skies open up on the other side on a beautiful planet, covered mostly in water with a collection of tropical islands everywhere, and as he flies them towards the building, everything fades into a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JEs6-ixPa4&feature=youtu.be&t=284">memory-</a>]

Of course they'd come to him in his quarters, where he has no means of dodging their questions. He wouldn't have let them in to begin with, but they'd caught him

Mirage brings up Alfheim, and he feels a sharp pang in his heart at the memory, of blood and bodies and screaming in the air, of being trapped in his own madness until Kaname's song had set him free. He remembers hearing words like "no survivors" and "mass graves" and "casualty numbers" from his recovery room as reports came in from around the world. He remembers, vaguely but horrifically, his own hands murdering more people than he cares to think about. Some were innocent, unaffected by the disease running rampant through his veins. Others were not. He killed them, all the same.

She'd done her research. It's not a surprise- that's just the sort of person she is. For the first time he wishes she wasn't so damned competent. He listens quietly to their complaints, answers their questions, ignores their demands. They think they know more than they actually do. Again, not surprising. They're young and lack experience; it's part of why he's so hard on them. They do mean well, so he keeps his temper in check and only shows them out when they insist on fighting against the decision he's made… until Hayate touches the bracelet.

"Don't touch that!"

That's his. That's private.The bracelet he's carried for two years now, the one that carries her song- what's helped him hold on to his sanity all this time while he kept his secrets from the one who could truly help him if he needed it- this fool goes and drops it, of course, and there it is, playing for the both of them to see. AXIA. Her voice.

He's not allowed to keep his secrets anymore, it seems. With a tight frown he retrieves the bracelet before they can examine it too closely, and then for the first time ever, he bows to them, polite and respectful despite the irritation he carries, and simply pleads, "Don't tell anyone about me. Please."

When they leave, he sits down on his bed, gripping his wrist, and just… lets the <a href="https://streamable.com/dgu5r">song</a> play for a while, over and over, allowing her voice to calm his pounding heart.

It's like feeling a dream die all over again, the second time in his life. It's awful, and his heart sinks with the knowledge that nothing he does will stop this from coming.

[As the scene fades away, they find themselves back on the runway where they'd begun.]

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