MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)

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JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE

The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.

For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!

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Memory 1 - last 48 hours

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With the sun setting at the horizon at the end of a long day, you are wandering away from what seems like the obvious scene of a battlefield, judging by the scorchmarks left behind in the grass by magic and broken weapons lying discarded in the field. You are walking with some slight difficulty, the tiniest hint of a limp, as you rub your leg and mumble, "Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this..."

A man approaches you- not too much older than you, but it's clear that you're related. The man puts a hand on your shoulder. "Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back."

Your jaw drops, momentarily overtaken by surprise, before you quickly try to smile. "F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!"

"... You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is wounded." The man frowns, reaching out to touch the leg you are rubbing.

You shriek in pain. "It's fine, it's—GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch it!"

The frown on the man's face lingers, though his gaze shifts up from your leg to your face. "This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?"

"What, and ruin my reputation?" You bite your tongue, trying to shove the pain down far enough to be able to smile. "The ladies want Inigo the Invincible."

Suddenly the man pulls his hands away, taking a step back, the frown growing even more intense.

"Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!"

"... Father?" The smile instantly fades off your face. There's something like a lost child about you facial expression - which is very much what you feel like right now in the face of the volume of your father's voice rising.

"You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what it means to be at war."

For a moment you can't say anything. You just feel the light breeze drifting through your hair and the stinging pain of the wound on your leg as an awkward silence lingers. It would be so easy to just dismiss all this, play it off, make a joke, but before you can do any of that, different words flow out of your mouth: "You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless, Father!"

Now it's the other man looking speechless in the face of the outburst.

"Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!"

Your father says something, but in yoir memory it's unintelligible, fading into the background compared to the feeling creeping under your skin, making you continue.

"You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!" You stop for a moment, choking up, but then you continue.

"You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that disappoints you... then I guess you just have to be disappointed."

Your father opens his mouth, but you shake your head. You don't want to hear it. Even though you said your father would just have to be disappointed in you, and surely he is.. You still don't want to hear it even more and further break your heart.

So you turn away before anything else. "That said, I do appreciate the concern.. I'll get the leg looked at." Before the other can get a word in, you are already walking away. You don't want to hear it. You know you won't be able to stop yourself from crying if you hear even further how much of a disappointment you are.