[Again, that Nathanial had met Lady Maria meant that he somewhat understood. He himself had not done these deeds, but the Nightmare had remained and he had witnessed the results. Fought to slay it no less and thus end it. For a moment he wondered idly if other Hunters before him had ever made it so far as the Clock Tower, the Hamlet. How many had been slain, over and over and over, if any?
Thoughts for another time, as now was to focus and help his companion.]
Is it because of the weight and strength of the emotion, or that it is so new, that it lingers with you? Because again--they are not your own.
[That, to him, was in some ways the important part. They may be part of her it was true. Certainly he had the blood echoes of who knew how many others running in his veins. And with those echoes, countless micro memories and experiences, though none so strong as to trouble him as he was.
But it was one thing to have another's memories be apart of you, and another to recognize still that they were not your own. Acknowledge them, learn from them, but do not take any pain nor grief nor joy nor much from them as your own experiences. They were echoes...]
You are not the one who did such things. You are your own being.
[Quiet for another moment, while he thought of how to craft the words he wanted.]
Gherman may've created you in Lady Maria's likeness, and I can not say how he did nor why you are alive in the Waking World now. I have seen your counterpart, not Lady Maria, in the Abandoned Workshop which the Dream reflects. It was inanimate, a thing, and lifeless.
[Though again, its fingers had twitched as he'd examined it... Madness perhaps, or part of the Nightmare that had lain over Yharnam and kept them all trapped within that longest night. The Hunter couldn't say which; perhaps it was both or perhaps neither and something else was at work.]
But you are alive within the Waking World. You exist, and are yourself. Echoes of Lady Maria's memories and life you may have, just as I have countless echoes of various lives of hunters and more within my veins too. So...
[Turning his head towards her, pale golden brown eyes studying her own pale eyes.]
Recognize them, acknowledge the memories and emotions. But try to not let them trouble you so greatly. Whatever connection you may have had to Lady Maria, or still have, you are your own being. I view you as your own being, for what it may be worth.
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Date: 2023-10-05 11:45 am (UTC)Thoughts for another time, as now was to focus and help his companion.]
Is it because of the weight and strength of the emotion, or that it is so new, that it lingers with you? Because again--they are not your own.
[That, to him, was in some ways the important part. They may be part of her it was true. Certainly he had the blood echoes of who knew how many others running in his veins. And with those echoes, countless micro memories and experiences, though none so strong as to trouble him as he was.
But it was one thing to have another's memories be apart of you, and another to recognize still that they were not your own. Acknowledge them, learn from them, but do not take any pain nor grief nor joy nor much from them as your own experiences. They were echoes...]
You are not the one who did such things. You are your own being.
[Quiet for another moment, while he thought of how to craft the words he wanted.]
Gherman may've created you in Lady Maria's likeness, and I can not say how he did nor why you are alive in the Waking World now. I have seen your counterpart, not Lady Maria, in the Abandoned Workshop which the Dream reflects. It was inanimate, a thing, and lifeless.
[Though again, its fingers had twitched as he'd examined it... Madness perhaps, or part of the Nightmare that had lain over Yharnam and kept them all trapped within that longest night. The Hunter couldn't say which; perhaps it was both or perhaps neither and something else was at work.]
But you are alive within the Waking World. You exist, and are yourself. Echoes of Lady Maria's memories and life you may have, just as I have countless echoes of various lives of hunters and more within my veins too. So...
[Turning his head towards her, pale golden brown eyes studying her own pale eyes.]
Recognize them, acknowledge the memories and emotions. But try to not let them trouble you so greatly. Whatever connection you may have had to Lady Maria, or still have, you are your own being. I view you as your own being, for what it may be worth.