[ Seto settles in comfortably, flipping through the photos with a curious expression. It soon turns to a smile as he takes it all in. What an interesting time. He grins and carefully puts the pictures back in place before returning the envelope. ]
Looks like a party. My trip...started out similarly, but it was a little different. Our hall was full of mirrors. At first it made us look tall or short, or gave the illusion of animal transformations. We didn't actually change, it was just in the mirror.
[ He sighs. Deep breath. ]
But then it showed us scenes from what we could only guess were alternate versions of our lives if we'd made different choices. I saw myself staying in the orphanage until I aged out, as if I'd never challenged Gozaburo to adopt us.
I still had Mokuba, but I had to struggle a lot more. We lived in a small apartment, I had a much less prestigous job. I had to help neighbors to scrape enough to get by. But...Mokuba was thriving with a group of friends. We had a cat. I smiled and laughed with him more, there were happy pictures of us all over that tiny apartment. Mokuba's told me before that he wasn't happy with the person I became with Gozaburo for a father...and now I've seen the alternative.
[ He bows his head and folds his hands for a moment, sighing deeply. ]
My partner had something similar happen to her. I can't remember all the details, but...it hurts, knowing what you've lost. What you could've had if you'd made another choice.
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Date: 2024-02-08 03:06 am (UTC)Looks like a party. My trip...started out similarly, but it was a little different. Our hall was full of mirrors. At first it made us look tall or short, or gave the illusion of animal transformations. We didn't actually change, it was just in the mirror.
[ He sighs. Deep breath. ]
But then it showed us scenes from what we could only guess were alternate versions of our lives if we'd made different choices. I saw myself staying in the orphanage until I aged out, as if I'd never challenged Gozaburo to adopt us.
I still had Mokuba, but I had to struggle a lot more. We lived in a small apartment, I had a much less prestigous job. I had to help neighbors to scrape enough to get by. But...Mokuba was thriving with a group of friends. We had a cat. I smiled and laughed with him more, there were happy pictures of us all over that tiny apartment. Mokuba's told me before that he wasn't happy with the person I became with Gozaburo for a father...and now I've seen the alternative.
[ He bows his head and folds his hands for a moment, sighing deeply. ]
My partner had something similar happen to her. I can't remember all the details, but...it hurts, knowing what you've lost. What you could've had if you'd made another choice.