Mono fidgeted somewhat, eyes darting between Ignis at his question and a slight start at the hand on his shoulder. He’s done a lot better with those things, living with Nida and Ignis. Casual comforting gestures like a hand on his shoulder and even the occasional hug. The subject matter of the conversation leaves him somewhat stiff, though, old habits creeping in for the moment.
His eyes dart back down as he tries to figure out how to explain. Because… well, it’s kind of complicated, and he’s not even sure he properly understands it himself sometimes. But, starting slow, he tried. “No, since it was probably a me from before, I um… end up in the tower again and it all repeats. It’s kinda confusing, I guess. We can both exist at the same time, till I stop myself and save Six.” Then get dropped into the tower’s lower levels.
“It’s happened…” His nose scrunches, uncertainty clear on his face. “A lot of times now. It’s why sometimes I remember stuff different, I think.” His memories are often a jumbled thing. Sometimes he remembers pulling a lever and turning on an incinerator in the hospital’s basement. Other times he just remembers leaving the hospital basement. Not once does he remember Six pulling him up and escaping the tower. That’s probably one of the few things that never changes, unfortunately. “Kinda like everything’s broken. But that’s why I don’t remember. ‘Cause you met me, but it’s not the me that I am yet. But that’s what I’ll be when I go back someday, and the part of me that doesn’t wanna be going back to the start and tries again.” A part of Mono, the innocence or the good in him, always separates and ends up back where he started. The cycle just never seems to end.
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His eyes dart back down as he tries to figure out how to explain. Because… well, it’s kind of complicated, and he’s not even sure he properly understands it himself sometimes. But, starting slow, he tried. “No, since it was probably a me from before, I um… end up in the tower again and it all repeats. It’s kinda confusing, I guess. We can both exist at the same time, till I stop myself and save Six.” Then get dropped into the tower’s lower levels.
“It’s happened…” His nose scrunches, uncertainty clear on his face. “A lot of times now. It’s why sometimes I remember stuff different, I think.” His memories are often a jumbled thing. Sometimes he remembers pulling a lever and turning on an incinerator in the hospital’s basement. Other times he just remembers leaving the hospital basement. Not once does he remember Six pulling him up and escaping the tower. That’s probably one of the few things that never changes, unfortunately. “Kinda like everything’s broken. But that’s why I don’t remember. ‘Cause you met me, but it’s not the me that I am yet. But that’s what I’ll be when I go back someday, and the part of me that doesn’t wanna be going back to the start and tries again.” A part of Mono, the innocence or the good in him, always separates and ends up back where he started. The cycle just never seems to end.