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Abominable Snowfire, Very Late Friday Night

Naminé couldn't seem to sleep. So she walked outside to tend to the dying ashes of the fire, stirring it up again into a cozy blaze.

She stared into it, wondering again at her week and whether she believed the things her professor had told her. And Michelangelo.

It was a good night to stare into a fire and let your mind wander. She also wouldn't mind company, if anyone else was feeling restless tonight.

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He glanced up again at this.
"You'd prefer to see me juggle, then?"
Not that he was offering. But he was always willing to show off in exchange for enough flattery. As you do.

"I was merely curious," she smiled. "You seem fond of showing your art, and it is rather impressive. Would you rather perform than converse? Although I suppose not if you're sitting to chat with me."

"Tonight seems to me to be a 'whatever' sort of night. I can talk and juggle at the same time, it's not difficult."
He rummaged through his pockets for the balls again. "So, what brings you out here tonight, then?"

"I wasn't asking for a performance," she said gently. "If you'd like to sit, I believe I'd rather talk than observe for once."

"Fair enough." Valentine didn't put the balls back this time, but he didn't start to juggle them, either, looking at them intently as though he was half expecting them to speak to him. "So. How are... things?"
He was typically better at conversation than this.

"I suppose things are as they always are." Naminé shrugged. "One of my instructors has perhaps convinced me that I might be real, or close enough that it doesn't make much of a difference. I suppose that's somewhat momentous."

"Reality really is just a mindset," Valentine decided after a moment or two of thought. "Isn't it like I said, then? If you feel real, what does it matter what you've been told to the contrary?"
Not that Valentine could even imagine the possibility that he wasn't real. That would be simply absurd.

"That sounds strangely circular, you know. A tree can't be a dandelion even if it truly believes or wishes it is one. Or does your reality allow for such things?" Naminé worried her lower lip between her teeth. "It's hard, knowing that all you ever were or can be is someone's echo. Maybe I'm simply wishing for that not to be true."

Valentine looked thoughtfully at the ball in his hand, then back up at the girl and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"The lines of reality are drawn so thickly here, it's difficult to tell which things are set in stone and which things aren't. Where I'm from, reality is so straightforward and upside-down, all at once, in comparison... But it's never really set in stone. A tree can very well be a dandelion if it wants to be hard enough, I think. Why not?"

"I would say because that's as unlikely as ..." She looked at her sketchpad for a moment. "As drawings replacing memories."

She smiled, amused by something but not looking up. "Perhaps what we consider unlikely is based on our expectations and not reality at all."

Valentine looked at her quizzically for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Perhaps so. Perhaps you and I are the perfectly normal ones here, and it's everyone else who expects the wrong things."

"I wouldn't say wrong, necessarily. Simply different." Naminé looked away for a long moment. "Perhaps I'm reluctant to believe because I'm afraid. Of accepting a dream as truth, and then shattering again when despair replaces it again as fact."

"So, you'd deny yourself the chance to be content with yourself as you are, simply because you fear it won't last." Valentine allowed himself a frown at that. "You'd willingly live in misery because you're afraid that you'll wind up... living in misery." It took him a moment to piece that together in a manner that didn't hurt his head.

Naminé wouldn't meet his eyes. "There is a difference between a quiet acceptance of something's absence, and the heartbreak of losing something once you believed it might be yours."

Valentine shook his head a little, still in a state of quiet disbelief. "That's part of living, too." He paused to consider a little more. "And besides, it couldn't exactly be heartbreak, if it was taken away from you, could it? No... I think once you acknowledge that you are your own, nothing can take that from you unless you give it away."

"And the tree isn't a tree again until it stops believing it's a dandelion. I wish I could believe the things you do." Naminé laughed a bit flatly. "I suppose it's silly to discuss heartbreak when one may not even have a heart."

Valentine turned his face upward and took in his limited view of the sky with something of a faint smile on his lips.
"I imagine heartbreak hurts less without one, if that's the case. I'll trade you."

Naminé closed her eyes.

"No," she said in a softly pained voice. "You wouldn't."

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