catch-all: jonas.

[rewriter]

Comments

[westedge]

[ hah. ]

I'm deciding if that's good or bad, really. We sort of capped out after a few decades, but I think by the time we finished everything we'd just celebrated our 150th birthday. Still looked similar. Still alive despite everything.

[ the horrors of living, mostly. ]

[rewriter]

... Huh?

I'm sorry, did you say 150th birthday?

[westedge]

That is in fact what I said, yeah. That's how long it was.

[rewriter]

...

You look pretty good for someone who's old enough to be my great grandfather?

[help.]

[westedge]

[ MONIKA HELP.

okay but the thing is that the comment at least, like, jars him out of his weird lil funk and he actually blinks a little, coming back to himself and remembering a little more about the current situation. ]

After everything, the least life could give me is good genes. [ ah. there he is. ] I think it had to do with how we were born and everything. A type of existence where you stop aging, even as you live for all those years.

[rewriter]

[ah... she smiles a little. there he is.]

So... you guys had some type of immortality? Functionally, anyway.

[westedge]

[ he takes a moment to think of how to phrase this. ]

Something like that? To be honest, I'm not even entirely sure how it worked. [ ... ] How much do you know about Vash, Monika?

[rewriter]

... To be honest, not a lot. We don't talk very often.

[westedge]

Makes sense. We talk...a decent amount, I think. We're friends. [ ... ] It made it a little easier to realize right away that we were on a mission inspired by his memories. That's the shittiest part of it all. Knowing he had to live through all of this, too.