[ Are they tired? It's...it's a reasonable question. It's not one people usually ask (it's not something they've ever asked themselves), and so it's a question they have to think about and answer properly.
They are...
Knowing these things is painful, yes. A burden, a weight, adding to what weighs them down already. The reward for uncovering deeper secrets is a bigger shovel, or something like that.
More work. More hurt, because they can't help but hurt at another's pain. That is how it's always been.
But...that, too, is its own reward. A reminder of life (dying means you feel nothing at all), of feeling (something they were never meant to have, something they were thrown away for), a reminder that others exist and change and they, too, lived.
Struggle and grasp for every inch of life, snatch back the traces of memory erased by light. Hold it in your heart; keep it alive and burning inside. Remember it. Remember how it changed you.
Yes, such things can be tiring. At times the weight of all their burdens exhaust them. But.
They would rather know than not. They would rather have met than not. To feel pain at the thought of parting is to know the person well enough to have connected with them, and that bond makes all the difference.
It takes a long time for them to respond to the question, but--
"All tragedy erased. I see only wonders..."
They shake their head, still holding on tightly. Taking comfort from the arms now wrapped around them.
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They are...
Knowing these things is painful, yes. A burden, a weight, adding to what weighs them down already. The reward for uncovering deeper secrets is a bigger shovel, or something like that.
More work. More hurt, because they can't help but hurt at another's pain. That is how it's always been.
But...that, too, is its own reward. A reminder of life (dying means you feel nothing at all), of feeling (something they were never meant to have, something they were thrown away for), a reminder that others exist and change and they, too, lived.
Struggle and grasp for every inch of life, snatch back the traces of memory erased by light. Hold it in your heart; keep it alive and burning inside. Remember it. Remember how it changed you.
Yes, such things can be tiring. At times the weight of all their burdens exhaust them. But.
They would rather know than not. They would rather have met than not. To feel pain at the thought of parting is to know the person well enough to have connected with them, and that bond makes all the difference.
It takes a long time for them to respond to the question, but--
"All tragedy erased. I see only wonders..."
They shake their head, still holding on tightly. Taking comfort from the arms now wrapped around them.
When has tiredness ever stopped them?
They'll be all right. ]