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[soulmakingsound]

[What the viewer sees first is hair. Long black hair obscuring the lens of the camera while River fiddles with it. The camera and the girl are both on the floor, and she leans back eventually, sitting against the foot of her bed while she talks.

She never looks directly at the camera.]

There are too many choices.

People talk about getting to go home. Going back to rebuild. I hear them in the halls, in their rooms. Making plans.

But what of the rest of us? The homeless. The lost. The ones who came after the dragon, who never settled.

I opened my eyes and there was snow. I walked where they told me to, stayed where they told me to, and that was easy. And now they give us choices.

Which train to take?

Which life to choose?

Comments

[soulmakingsound]

Nothing is ever the same again, that's how time works. Everything keeps moving forward.

I would rather a not-same known than a new unknown. But it isn't a competition.

[icingonthecake]

[A far more thoughtful response than he'd been expecting!]

I guess you've got a point, there. I was just tryin' to help, but everybody reacts to things differently. So for me, I guess, it's easier to look at something that's been completely wrecked when I didn't know what it looked like before.

[soulmakingsound]

Your help felt very negative. Accusatory. This problem is bigger than that one.

But your explanation is more fair. Harder to recognize something is broken if you've never seen it.