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FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Herian Amsel
RECIPIENT: everyone with a crystal
WHAT: Deep Thoughts & Dogges
WHEN: during Nevarra stuff, prior to the dragon hunt & Necropolis Thriller Reenactment.
WHERE: Nevaaaarra
NOTES: content warning for themes of loss & death. Also just a heads up that Herian is (still) a big jerk about the Dalish and rebels/eager apostates

Inquisition,

( she starts, and then there is a moment of pause. Her accent is stronger than it was before her trip to Starkhaven, renewed by proximity even if it has already softened from what it had been there. She speaks with that same, inevitable control, but she does not sound quite the same type of calm as usual. )

How do you best honour the dead? Recently or long departed. I would be glad to know.

( Just a casual question, nbd.

She sure doesn't sound like "glad" should be a description of her ever, but maybe given the content she can be forgiven. There's a small bark, and though it cannot be seen, rest assured that Herian is frowning at the source. There is a measured pause, before Herian adds, )

And if any could advise me what to do with a small canine that sees fit to prance about wherever I go, I'd be grateful.

( Quietly exasperated, to the dog as she moves to end the post, ) You're too short for the stairs. Accept it.

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I suppose for me, it may depend on the person in question.

Reflection, I think, is often what I do. Less to think of how they may judge me now in life, but more in what their life they have taught me. And how to hold onto those lessons.

And if you had not seen that person in a long while? Do you stand by that, even in cases where the memories might be fragile or distant?

I am afraid my answer would not be any different. Most of my memories don't fade.

But I can understand being afraid of having them be biased or skewed. Overall, if I was fond of that person, then the best we can do is derive what we enjoyed with them.

Do you think that a blessing, or a curse, to remember all so vividly? I have picked over certain memories so oft that I cannot but doubt their integrity; that I might have dulled or sharpened details in the re-remembering of them.

Both.

I can remember every gleam of light that was ever in my life. The loving embrace of someone, a child's laugh -- everything that can brighten my soul. But I also remember every sin that I have ever committed in detail. I carry with me all of those truths.

But I think that if I can remember the moments that brought me joy, then it is worth every burden that can happen.

To be free to examine yourself so closely...

( It could speak to narcissism, or could lead to self-evisceration. At what point is self examination toxic? When does self-awareness become self-obsession? )

Do you ever think yourself in danger of remembering too much? Lost to that, rather than engaging what is unfolding in the present?

There is always a danger. I've come close to it before, wanting to lose myself to the memories of better days. But for those who have passed on, I know it isn't what they'd have wanted.

I honor them best by taking more darkness out of the world than mourning it.