I... suppose we are, yes. I know it's very possible that it will happen, especially after so many people have left, but... it's still a surprise when it does happen.
[He's...not too sure how to continue this. Going on about how Carlos is gone again would probably be the wrong road to go down for now, but he's not feeling especially optimistic.
So the best Namine can get is this:]
It never really gets easier, I'm afraid.
It can only become...less of a surprise every time, I think. Like if you spent your life knowing there's a faceless old woman secretly living in your home, but you just carry on as if she isn't there, because she's so elusive she might as well not be--and then every time you're reminded she exists, it shocks you despite your passively knowing she still lives there.
[Okay, maybe that's not the best analogy, but this is Cecil.]
[ It's maybe a little spookier than she's used to, but... The analogy's good enough that she gets it. ]
So many of my friends have left... I think I'm starting to understand. [ She pauses. ] If you don't mind my asking... has someone very important to you left, too?
An important person like that... it must have been difficult, to get used to being alone. I've... never had anyone like that, so I can't really understand.
[ She pauses. It's sad, she thinks, and she plays with the hem of her dress. ]
I'm sure I will. This isn't the first time we've been separated like this, and if we were brought back together by whatever inner workings of the universe that are responsible for chance reunions?
[ It's an optimistic outlook, that's for sure. It's one she shares--well. She's starting to share. It's hard to break free of pessimism when one has had no other choice for a long time, but that just goes to show how amazing this place is, doesn't it?
There's a pause, though, before Naminé replies again. ]
It's a dark-skinned man in a lab coat, with perfect hair and a shit-eating grin on his face as he and Cecil are huddled up in an effort to both fit into the picture. Jesus, look at this nerd.]
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So the best Namine can get is this:]
It never really gets easier, I'm afraid.
It can only become...less of a surprise every time, I think. Like if you spent your life knowing there's a faceless old woman secretly living in your home, but you just carry on as if she isn't there, because she's so elusive she might as well not be--and then every time you're reminded she exists, it shocks you despite your passively knowing she still lives there.
[Okay, maybe that's not the best analogy, but this is Cecil.]
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So many of my friends have left... I think I'm starting to understand. [ She pauses. ] If you don't mind my asking... has someone very important to you left, too?
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[Hello, this is the first time he's talked about it for like, a month.]
We were living together in this apartment for about a month, with nothing but cheap, easily-broken furniture and the company of our Pokemon...
and all of a sudden, I woke up in my bed, the space next to me unexpectedly empty.
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[ She pauses. It's sad, she thinks, and she plays with the hem of her dress. ]
I hope you can see him again.
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...then maybe I still have a chance.
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There's a pause, though, before Naminé replies again. ]
... Do you have a photo of him?
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[He sends Namine a picture through the Gear.
It's a dark-skinned man in a lab coat, with perfect hair and a shit-eating grin on his face as he and Cecil are huddled up in an effort to both fit into the picture. Jesus, look at this nerd.]
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Did he have a Pokémon he loved most of all?