[ Where are you, Omi? Eventually, Medb finds her way there to cross paths with him.
She doesn't particularly want to share memories with anyone, but she refuses to be a coward either. She won't be cowed, and she will just deal with whatever comes next.
[At this point he has fully resigned himself to his fate.
Mebd sees a much younger Omi maybe 10, 11 at best, and a mean-faced blonde haired kid his same age.
It's dark, like the sun has set a long time ago. The two boys are both sitting at the river side. There are grocery bags at Omi's sides, like he went to go shopping, and then decided he had no intention of going home.
The blonde haired boy speaks first, "Sounds fine to me. Nothing wrong with playing hooky when you wanna."
"But..."
"If you haven't taken a break so far, ain't nobody can say anything if you flaked off now. Just run away again if you feel like it."
Those words are a shock to him. Run away? Run away again?
"Haven't you ever heard of a five-day work week?" The boy is so serious when he says it, that it makes Omi break into a laughter.
Of all the memories to share, that part isn't so bad, he thinks.]
Huh. That wasn't too terrible of a memory. There really are normies here. It takes some kind of reminder when they're in the middle of a murder game and you're a Servant so your life is just extra. ]
[And it seems like he's going to leave it there for a second.
He sighs. Well, okay. It's not like he hasn't already shared this with somebody else. At least this time he can run through it fast, instead of having her watch the entire thing.
Here we go.]
My mother died a few months before that memory. My dad was just barely managing to go to work. I didn't want us to fall apart. I was the oldest, so I asked him to let me do all the house chores. Cooking, cleaning, laundry- that stuff.
It was a stupid, small thing that was the catalyst.
During dinner, my little brother said he wanted mom's food instead and refused mine. The day after, I meant to get groceries to make stew like hers, but I ended up walking away from home instead.
[That is the kind of 10 year old stress Omi was under.]
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She doesn't particularly want to share memories with anyone, but she refuses to be a coward either. She won't be cowed, and she will just deal with whatever comes next.
She sighs when she sees Omi. ]
Should weget this over with?
[ She's expecting it to happen now. ]
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[At this point he has fully resigned himself to his fate.
Mebd sees a much younger Omi maybe 10, 11 at best, and a mean-faced blonde haired kid his same age.
It's dark, like the sun has set a long time ago. The two boys are both sitting at the river side. There are grocery bags at Omi's sides, like he went to go shopping, and then decided he had no intention of going home.
The blonde haired boy speaks first, "Sounds fine to me. Nothing wrong with playing hooky when you wanna."
"But..."
"If you haven't taken a break so far, ain't nobody can say anything if you flaked off now. Just run away again if you feel like it."
Those words are a shock to him. Run away? Run away again?
"Haven't you ever heard of a five-day work week?" The boy is so serious when he says it, that it makes Omi break into a laughter.
Of all the memories to share, that part isn't so bad, he thinks.]
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Huh. That wasn't too terrible of a memory. There really are normies here. It takes some kind of reminder when they're in the middle of a murder game and you're a Servant so your life is just extra. ]
You were running away at that age?
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That was the only time I ran away from home.
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[ There aren't very many things Medb runs away from, so she's not sure she quite understands everything here. ]
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What? How does that happen?
[ Omi, explain. ]
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[Omi, you were maybe 10.]
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[ what kind of stress are you having at 10yo, omi ]
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[And it seems like he's going to leave it there for a second.
He sighs. Well, okay. It's not like he hasn't already shared this with somebody else. At least this time he can run through it fast, instead of having her watch the entire thing.
Here we go.]
My mother died a few months before that memory. My dad was just barely managing to go to work. I didn't want us to fall apart. I was the oldest, so I asked him to let me do all the house chores. Cooking, cleaning, laundry- that stuff.
It was a stupid, small thing that was the catalyst.
During dinner, my little brother said he wanted mom's food instead and refused mine. The day after, I meant to get groceries to make stew like hers, but I ended up walking away from home instead.
[That is the kind of 10 year old stress Omi was under.]
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You put too much on your shoulders. It wasn't something you should've handled alone.
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... At least after that pops started helping out at home.
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[ She sighs. ]
At least he came around soon enough.
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[... Was he...]
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[ Medb does not think he did his best. ]
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The past shapes you.
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