I spent a lot of time with Proud. I had come to like her in a way no one else ever before. We were utterly alone in this. I could say any right move to manipulate anyone. But every cycle, every loop it was the same. Not with Proud. She was the only one who kept her consciousness through the resets.
I might have gone crazy actually if I had to ‘re-meet’ her every single time.
“Hey Proud, let’s take a walk,” I said, looking down the bar. Everyone else stared at me, holding the door open for an invisible person. These people stopped seeming real to me a long, long time ago.
We took a walk over to a small park, where there was a fountain jetting upwards and a bench overlooking the pond. We sat down. I didn’t expect to do much this time period, mainly used it just for a break.
I turned, smiling at her briefly before sighing as I turned forward. “The Emotion Field sure isn’t perfect for what is occurring here, is it?” I asked. The Emotion Field I eventually learned was the term that referred to a dimensionality our experiences, especially the strong ones, are laid down on. The somberness of graveyards was the easiest example.
I stopped, pointing at two girls that were walking by. “I don’t seem to know anything about the blonde, but the dark hair one, I get hit with these thoughts that she likes vanilla cake, likes showing off her flexibility, and is lonely. Also she’d fall for my ‘come with me if you want to live’ gambit.” I looked down, pulling Proud away from me for a moment. “Then later I really get to see her flexibility in action…” I hit her with a sly smile.
I didn’t have any requests; simply being with her was enough.