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Groose has returned home.

[Vincent normally doesn't care to remark on these things, and it's not as if he knew the real Groose too well. It's not even as if he was the type of person whose company he'd want to be in. And yet... and yet, because of the experiment prior to the last, he has just enough lingering familiarity that his leaving is bothersome.]

I wonder if perhaps... some of us were not meant to ever return to where we're from. If perhaps that's for the best.

[There are Reasons he's started to think this, but that's all he's going to say for now on the matter. For now, he's limping across town slowly, with a pair of ruined shoes and some terribly aching feet. Magical dancing really took a toll on them- he only hopes he'll find the appropriate type again.]

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I won't deny that...

[He'd always been the first to think that, especially whenever an ally arrived here from his past. The trouble is, he's never met anyone from his future, and he's started wondering if there's a reason for it.]

...but what if someone could unintentionally cause their world grave danger by returning?

Some might cause the very end of their world as they know it when they return. The deaths of those they love. The destruction of everything they held dear.

[Some might. One would. Further elaboration isn't hers to give, however.]

Intentional or not, what is, is. What will be, will be. Unless while they are in their own world and are able to change it- events will progress as they must.

The typical way of things.

[There's some agreement there. What will be, will be... Sounds like the philosophy he usually keeps with, until something drastic happens, something he can't ignore.]

Yet a world's destruction is hardly 'events proceeding as they must.'

Must is...a word that I find to be fluid in meaning. What must be done, what must occur- what should occur or will occur depending on whether or not someone is stubborn enough to stand in the way of things.

[A chuckle.]

And there are some terribly stubborn individuals in most worlds.

[There's a dryly amused sound from him.]

Given those in my world, perhaps I shouldn't underestimate them.

...Although I still would prefer it not come to something terrible.

Far better to be prepared for the most terrible and never need to act on it; than to hope all goes well and be mistaken. Some things can be changed. Some things cannot. Sometimes that which is most terrible offers the most profound and beneficial change. Not...often, mind. But. Sometimes.

Then... you're saying that none of us can be frozen in time forever...

[He quietly ponders that.]

I intend to prepare... using what information I've been given. Far better to know, and be able to prevent it, than to remain in the dark.

People are only frozen, in truth, when they are dead. Until then? Anything might change. That is the nature of living- change. Growth. In some manner or another.

[She shifts against the pillows, grunts a bit at the ache, and replies.]

That which you are intending to prepare for; is that to take place here, or in your own world? If it is here, then that is the most appropriate course of action. If it is your world...you may not remember what you have learned while in this place. Most forget upon their return.

The living can dwell among the dead at times, themselves.

[But that state did end up temporary, after all.]

[Vincent notices the grunt, he's always been a decent observer, but he doesn't comment for now. Undoubtedly it's something related to the past experiment.]

That erasure of our memories is the obstacle I face. A terrible destruction could be unleashed upon my world at any time, and it involves... something within my possession. [That's a way of putting it, anyway.] If I return with it, the risk is great. Yet if I cannot even remember...

Here it is possible. In my world at the very least, the dead remain dead.

[Her voice thickens on that note. Dead, remaining dead. It isn't something she wants to spend that much time contemplating. Especially with how close she almost came not that long ago.]

I have come to understand that what is found, obtained, or earned through missions in the village do not return with you when you go back to your own world. They simply vanish.

The same on mine, although the line between life and death has been crossed a few times... [Mostly due to mad scientists and Jenova and so on.]

I had a feeling that might happen... [A pause, it's not as if he has any reason to withhold everything about it- what might happen on his world at least has no basis here. So he hopes.] The item I'm speaking of was originally from my own world, given as a gift on one of their holidays some time ago... but I assume it would likewise vanish.

If it is of your world, who is to say it may not come into your possession in your future once you return? [What ifs and possibilities. Paranoid planning and considerations that she hasn't given much thought to as of late; at least for herself. She probably ought to, all things considered.]

But when you return, I do not think it will travel with you. It will be one less thing to worry about.

There can be no way of finding out... unless I finally return.

[Even if that return means forgetting that he even knew of it in the first place.]

I suppose that's true. So many of these concerns are over something that has yet to be. [Or may not ever happen, but what he read sure was foreboding.]

A healthy level of paranoia and caution is never out of place. That which may yet come to pass is worth preparing for but, in this instance, it is something that will not happen here.

[She takes a long moment, speaking as much to him as she does to herself. Predominantly though, she speaks to him.] There is enough to consider, and more than enough to be concerned for in this place. Adding on what might happen when you return home would be maddening.

[Maddening. That's the best way to describe it. Although he usually pushes it to the back of his mind, it's something that's always worn away at him ever since he got those reports. Some "gift."]

...and those concerns in our present situation are unending.

[It even seems that new ones always come up, despite believing other matters to be resolved.]

And unpredictable. Be it the world itself, the Third Party, the Malnosso- or our fellow villagers. There is much that can, has, and will be cause for concern. And little to do to prepare for it.

[Without specifics, there can be no arrangements made. No plans drawn. Vague 'perhaps this' or 'maybe that' prevent proper countermeasures. And that is all there is here. All there ever will be, unless something crucial changes.]

It is enough to drive a woman to drink.

Not to mention anyone else.

[Especially after the more mentally draining experiments.]

That everything might alter without warning... is the difficult reality of our situation. We have no control.

We may control how we choose to react. How we let their shifts and experiments change us after the fact.

[A soft, weary sigh.]

Though that is not much of a comfort, is it Monsieur?

No... but it's still better than nothing.

[There is always worse that can happen, he knows that firsthand.]

Take what you can. Make the rest.

Wise advice... I'll keep that in mind.

It has served me...fairly well. When I bother to listen to it, at any rate.

That's often the most difficult part. Not simply knowing what is right, but... living it.

If I ever manage it, you will be the first to know. [Her laugh is low, faintly derisive. Certainly self-mocking.]

...I'll look forward to someone finally managing it. [Though it's clear he understands just the same, it's not something too likely or easily managed.]

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