[ he listens, his form swaying a little like the leaves around them, in the faint ambient breeze. ]
.... I heard someone say, home, is where your heart is.
[ there are several things he wants to say. there's the awareness of how she had held a great deal of worry and fear when they last met - and while he doesn't remember anything, he knows that somehow, that should not happen. it's like knowing the shape of words despite never having the knowledge of speaking them. some vague notion of happiness, too. something about being human.... ]
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.... I heard someone say, home, is where your heart is.
[ there are several things he wants to say. there's the awareness of how she had held a great deal of worry and fear when they last met - and while he doesn't remember anything, he knows that somehow, that should not happen. it's like knowing the shape of words despite never having the knowledge of speaking them. some vague notion of happiness, too. something about being human.... ]
It's....
[ something I want, he thinks. ]
... it sounds like a beautiful place.