['-forgot.' For just a brief half-second, he'd been caught up in the memory and allowed himself to forget the truth. But if he did that...he'd be no better than Team Galactic, blinding themselves to the reality of emotion and all the humanity that came with it.]
...When we were just children, someone of vital importance to me...was injured. He went to another country to recover, and when he returned...he told me about this Tenebraean dessert he'd found and couldn't remember the specifics of. Seeing him talk about it--he was smiling, even in a difficult time when so much of our lives and even the kingdom was uncertain.
So I spent as much time as I could trying to recreate it. I must have baked thousands of pastries over the years, each a bit closer and yet not quite right when he tried them. He was never upset by it, but I couldn't accept anything less than a complete success. So I kept trying and trying, based on his description and with every kind of fruit I could find.
It turned out the main ingredient was a sort of berry that only grew in that region of Tenebrae, an ocean away from home. I was only able to find success and give him that experience ten years ago, at a time when things were even less certain and a thousand times more dire.
...I'll never forget the smile on his face when he was able to tell me I'd finally gotten it right.
[Yes, memories like that...were truly what made the world worth living in. Made emotion worth feeling, even if it felt like that empty sensation in his heart was having a fit to rival the thrashing of Leviathan.]
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['-forgot.' For just a brief half-second, he'd been caught up in the memory and allowed himself to forget the truth. But if he did that...he'd be no better than Team Galactic, blinding themselves to the reality of emotion and all the humanity that came with it.]
...When we were just children, someone of vital importance to me...was injured. He went to another country to recover, and when he returned...he told me about this Tenebraean dessert he'd found and couldn't remember the specifics of. Seeing him talk about it--he was smiling, even in a difficult time when so much of our lives and even the kingdom was uncertain.
So I spent as much time as I could trying to recreate it. I must have baked thousands of pastries over the years, each a bit closer and yet not quite right when he tried them. He was never upset by it, but I couldn't accept anything less than a complete success. So I kept trying and trying, based on his description and with every kind of fruit I could find.
It turned out the main ingredient was a sort of berry that only grew in that region of Tenebrae, an ocean away from home. I was only able to find success and give him that experience ten years ago, at a time when things were even less certain and a thousand times more dire.
...I'll never forget the smile on his face when he was able to tell me I'd finally gotten it right.
[Yes, memories like that...were truly what made the world worth living in. Made emotion worth feeling, even if it felt like that empty sensation in his heart was having a fit to rival the thrashing of Leviathan.]
I was just...remembering that, nothing more.