This one comes out of a spoofish RP a friend and I began one evening.  Unfortunately- or perhaps very fortunately- we couldn't stay nonserious... and the whole thing became an absolutely amazing little storyline offshoot.  ^^  So some of the credit for the idea goes to my Raesis.  This, however, is just another exploration of the theme.  It's anime-setting, though the character interpretations are more based on our game... hopefully you'll not find them *too* far off.  ^^  Enjoy!

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 "But it won't change anything, right?"  He queried into the darkness.  A lot of things had been altered; natural wariness had not.  The idea seemed safe enough... but in the end, what was the point of it?  "What's done is done... I thought things were set in stone."

The words- he hesitated to call it a voice, but the thoughts (to him, at least,) were communicated in something approaching words- paused a moment, as though considering how to tell him.  Or perhaps, only how much.  Clearly, he wasn't getting the whole story... which, the circumstances being what they were, he didn't expect.  It won't change what happened, no.  What's done, you say, is done- if you changed what made you who you were- are- you wouldn't be there to change it.

"Exactly."  He paused, only a little less lost.  "So... If it can't be changed, then...?"

All you can change is yourself.

"A second chance, you mean?  To prove myself...?"

The... well, what was it?  More than a simple 'entity', decidedly not a person.  A presence?  No, that sounded too damned mystic.  The mind?  It would have to do.  The mind seemed warmly amused, and... loving?  A kind of perfect acceptance that made love seem the greatest understatement.  You've worried at that more than you let on, haven't you?  No.  You proved yourself long ago... did you really think you were that far gone?  Forgiveness is for all who deserve it.

"And I do?"

There was really no need for an answer to that; he didn't expect one, but figured the question needed to be voiced.  Instead, he contemplated exactly the task at hand.  "Will I remember...?"

We don't know.  It's different for everyone...  But you'll know what you need.

"And if I make it worse?"

It's only a dream.  A touch of regret mingled with that pristine affection, concern for him.  It was odd, to know something so vast cared so specifically about him.  Was it the same for everyone?  But it must be...  That's the way he'd always heard it.  Still... Knowing intellectually and actually feeling, especially when one was pure sensation and sentiment...  they were two very different things. 

Will you?

"Did you really have to ask?"

No.  The regret seemed to swirl away, replaced by the previous amusement.  He found himself amused as well.  But, the not-voice continued, 'sounding' a little too much like himself for his own comfort, It's the job.