[ he doesn't understand, maybe that's a good thing, or a bad thing. shadow doesn't say either, instead he turns away with his back towards the hedgehog as he stands there while they swallow down his words. do they understand that these memories can be changed, rearranged, removed and implanted in ways that he'd never feel that sort of comfort or confident in what he knows.
because he doesn't know is why he's unable to understand the weight of these words. ]
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[ shadow doesn't stay. he doesn't linger on what's been told to him or even use it as an excuse to bring the other along. their life, their choices. they'll have to move eventually in order to do what shadow had advised.
whoever their maria was, whatever she was like, what sort of life they lived. if it was great, if it was something worth cherishing, then they'd know that they have to keep going.
his steps start once more, moving along back into the woods in the direction that he once was before. grass and twigs snap under his footing, it's the only noise that graces his ears, something that prevents him from thinking about what he heard, what he saw. did anything he say mean anything to them? not like they're worthwhile words, but if nothing resonated then this hedgehog's life is drastically different... in a good way, maybe.
as long as they haven't met what he has, then they have a chance. ]
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because he doesn't know is why he's unable to understand the weight of these words. ]
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[ shadow doesn't stay. he doesn't linger on what's been told to him or even use it as an excuse to bring the other along. their life, their choices. they'll have to move eventually in order to do what shadow had advised.
whoever their maria was, whatever she was like, what sort of life they lived. if it was great, if it was something worth cherishing, then they'd know that they have to keep going.
his steps start once more, moving along back into the woods in the direction that he once was before. grass and twigs snap under his footing, it's the only noise that graces his ears, something that prevents him from thinking about what he heard, what he saw. did anything he say mean anything to them? not like they're worthwhile words, but if nothing resonated then this hedgehog's life is drastically different... in a good way, maybe.
as long as they haven't met what he has, then they have a chance. ]