[Inevitably the smile fades, like everything surrounding him does, and the Batter can't do it again. It hurts, physically and...emotionally, for once.
He was sure that he had loved and been loved in turn, a long time ago. A series of moments in time that had long ago faded from memory because the world decayed and he discarded everything he could along with it. Perhaps, in a way, he lost a lot more then he cared to claim.
It was at that point the monster who was the King became the man known as the Batter and he was given his mission.
"Escaping from your purpose is impossible."
That may still be the case. Once the Batter reached the end of whatever road this place had laid out for him, he could still find oblivion was all that was left. It certainly was back home. Leaving this island meant returning to his coma, for good this time. It was still his ultimate desire to return to it. Perhaps he shared a lot more with Hugo that was healthy or maybe that was just 'The Batter' alone.
He couldn't understand creating something you loved or hated. Or maybe it was simple out of both his and Hugo's control. Something tainted by memories long past, a horror a child and a windup toy didn't understand but doomed each other with.
Maybe.
There's a lot of 'maybes'.
But it's all he's got.
It's all the Batter has because this island didn't offer one final decision. He didn't have to dig into the intestines and bones of the world until his fingers bled to only receive one single answer that boiled down to the Batter. Black and white mixed into grays and he just didn't understand how it worked. He lost that ability a long time ago and perhaps a chance to regain it would be something to be celebrated, it wasn't.
It just left him confused and alone. Again. It probably didn't help the Batter wasn't about to try. Picked a stopping point and stayed there.
He wasn't meant to exist for a long time and without his mission, the Batter was losing his sense of self even more. It wasn't anything Hugo or the world did to him. He did it himself and now the Batter could barely recognize himself in a mirror.
All he saw was himself staring back, in every sense of the word. There's nothing like being judged by yourself, to see your eyes stare back and hear your own voice whispering in your ear.
"Don't you want to see what's beyond the rainbow, your ███████?"
And so on. But something changed.
Something changed despite his claims and he moved with the world rather then stayed where he was. It doesn't solve everything, that smile. It's not going to magically make him better. Maybe it could have fixed things before but the past has been set in stone for a long time. They all saw it coming.
But maybe it could help here.
So his answer is pretty simple and slightly more relaxed. He can't smile again, probably not for a long time, but the Batter closes his hands around the shells and nods.]
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He was sure that he had loved and been loved in turn, a long time ago. A series of moments in time that had long ago faded from memory because the world decayed and he discarded everything he could along with it. Perhaps, in a way, he lost a lot more then he cared to claim.
It was at that point the monster who was the King became the man known as the Batter and he was given his mission.
"Escaping from your purpose is impossible."
That may still be the case. Once the Batter reached the end of whatever road this place had laid out for him, he could still find oblivion was all that was left. It certainly was back home. Leaving this island meant returning to his coma, for good this time. It was still his ultimate desire to return to it. Perhaps he shared a lot more with Hugo that was healthy or maybe that was just 'The Batter' alone.
He couldn't understand creating something you loved or hated. Or maybe it was simple out of both his and Hugo's control. Something tainted by memories long past, a horror a child and a windup toy didn't understand but doomed each other with.
Maybe.
There's a lot of 'maybes'.
But it's all he's got.
It's all the Batter has because this island didn't offer one final decision. He didn't have to dig into the intestines and bones of the world until his fingers bled to only receive one single answer that boiled down to the Batter. Black and white mixed into grays and he just didn't understand how it worked. He lost that ability a long time ago and perhaps a chance to regain it would be something to be celebrated, it wasn't.
It just left him confused and alone. Again. It probably didn't help the Batter wasn't about to try. Picked a stopping point and stayed there.
He wasn't meant to exist for a long time and without his mission, the Batter was losing his sense of self even more. It wasn't anything Hugo or the world did to him. He did it himself and now the Batter could barely recognize himself in a mirror.
All he saw was himself staring back, in every sense of the word. There's nothing like being judged by yourself, to see your eyes stare back and hear your own voice whispering in your ear.
"Don't you want to see what's beyond the rainbow, your ███████?"
And so on. But something changed.
Something changed despite his claims and he moved with the world rather then stayed where he was. It doesn't solve everything, that smile. It's not going to magically make him better. Maybe it could have fixed things before but the past has been set in stone for a long time. They all saw it coming.
But maybe it could help here.
So his answer is pretty simple and slightly more relaxed. He can't smile again, probably not for a long time, but the Batter closes his hands around the shells and nods.]
Okay. I think that would be...nice.