[private] you're not alone, I'm standing right beside you

[Agetta]

Her dark eyes are gentle on his face as he replies, and it’s instinct to reach out to touch him softly on the shoulder when he admits some of the memories were difficult to remember. “I’m glad you have it back. Even with the difficult bits, it is better to know who you are - bad and good - right?” Easy for her to say - this mare who believes she’s lived through generations and been lucky to avoid true heartbreak and sorrow, who thinks she’s lived an ordinary and boring life. She doesn’t even remember the quest where she had received the golden marking on her face - because even then, even at the very beginning, her affection for Garbage had influenced her actions. The idea of staying to the sunset was a pleasant one when it had been presented but now Agetta isn’t sure how to spend the time until then - or whether Garbage would prefer to spend his time sorting out the memories he had been given. Still, if someone needed to come to terms with a lifetime of memories - there could be worse places to do it. Here it is just the clear sky and the sound of the waves nearby. She begins to walk towards the western side of the island, where there is no land to interrupt the horizon and they will have the best views for what will come later on - there is a pause, with her midnight eyes lingering on his face. Agetta just smiles, silently asking if he will join her. If not, she will understand. They’ve become friends today, she thinks, and she enjoys his quiet company (and enjoys that she was able to help him, enjoys feeling useful). Even without the full weight of her memories, Agetta knows she prefers not to be alone - she has not forgotten what it was like to be a ghost, even if she’s lost what had driven her to avoid contact until she had lost her sense of self enough for her to come crawling back to Beqanna (where she had found him). But if he does join her - while they walk along the sand she will ask him “Have you been here before?” because now that he has his memories, the answer may be different than before. we are made of starstuff

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