we know not the trials before us [VIDEO]

[verylittlesugar]

[ The video feed shows a girl in her mid-teens, pale and with her hair hanging loose around her face. She's dressed in what some might consider an old-fashioned style -- a dark skirt and coat, with what is very obviously a man's overcoat slung over her shoulders. The left sleeve of her coat is tied in a knot at the elbow, and hangs loose below the knot.

She appears to be somewhere in the oxygen garden, judging from the foliage behind her. ]

I did not think to find myself in this place again. Can anyone tell me if a Mister Tillman or a Mister Lensherr are still in residence? Or Bran Stark or Jack Kelly? Or a girl called Chase?

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[allucinator]

Was I?

[His fingers slow a little as he considers her.]

What'd I do?

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[verylittlesugar]

Yes, and Bran as well, and Mister Lensherr. [ She frowns in thought, trying to recreate the vague things from dreams that might have just been memories. ]

It was mostly faces, I think. I suppose it was the people I wanted most to remember.

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[allucinator]

Makes sense. Though . . . I wonder how much people could remember. I mean, if there'd ever be a way to remember it all.

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[verylittlesugar]

I will remember everything that is important. [ No one had better try to say otherwise, she is determined. ]

Do you think that this ship will ever get to its destination?

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[allucinator]

I dunno if it has a destination, darlin'. Sometimes I think it's just . . . goin', you know? Forever and ever.

[He sighs as he ties off her second braid.]

But what do I know? Maybe it'll get there tomorrow.

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[verylittlesugar]

[ She's not sure she likes that idea, honestly. Forever and ever? That won't do, she needs to be at home, not on some magical ship that flies through the sky and never stops. ]

I do not think I would mind if it did not arrive anywhere tomorrow. But I do not want to stay here for my whole life.

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[allucinator]

Yeah. You me both, darlin'. But chin up; people ain't been here for more'n a year or so. I mean, it ain't perfect, but . . . it's only a year. A lot can change in another year.

[That advice given, Jack leans back and tugs lightly on her braids.]

There. Done. And don't think about what's gonna come, all right? We'll get out. But worryin' won't make it come no quicker.