[ the mention of his family has daylight getting visibly excited, especially when he learns who it is exactly. his mom? does this memory opal thing really have a memory involving him and his mom? oh wow- he barely has any memories of her! she died when he was pretty young, before he got his first proper frame, and it had been so long in the past too. the most he ever had of her while growing up were stories and pictures and, if he was really lucky during his searching about, archival footage of her interviews or speeches. being able to see her in the flesh is amazing.
with a breathless 'thanks, jason!' and an excited flutter of his winglets, day is quick to take the stone, eager to see what was in store for him and-
to what? so he could die? is that it? so he could be sacrificed?
yes.
-when day pulls out of his memory, his optics are wide, the glow from his optics harsh and shocked. his winglets are hitched up and his vents can be heard stuttering, almost redlining from the sudden rush of heat and stress coursing through his internal systems. ]
I- I- [ he looks around him, bewildered and searching. as if trying to make sure this wasn't some weird and mean prank that jason was involved in. he almost wants it to be a prank, for someone to jump out and yell 'gotcha!' or something because of the alternative. day tries to speak but the words, the emotions are stuck in his vocoder, causing static and half-fragments of sentences to stumble out: ] I- I- That can't be- No- They wouldn't- Not them-
I don't- I don't-
[ don't want? don't want to believe? don't want to know?
he feels the opal shift in his touch and daylight drops it, acting like it had burned him. he takes a step back from it and looks at jason like he'd have the answers or the explanations or anything to explain what they had both seen. ]
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with a breathless 'thanks, jason!' and an excited flutter of his winglets, day is quick to take the stone, eager to see what was in store for him and-
to what? so he could die? is that it? so he could be sacrificed?
yes.
-when day pulls out of his memory, his optics are wide, the glow from his optics harsh and shocked. his winglets are hitched up and his vents can be heard stuttering, almost redlining from the sudden rush of heat and stress coursing through his internal systems. ]
I- I- [ he looks around him, bewildered and searching. as if trying to make sure this wasn't some weird and mean prank that jason was involved in. he almost wants it to be a prank, for someone to jump out and yell 'gotcha!' or something because of the alternative. day tries to speak but the words, the emotions are stuck in his vocoder, causing static and half-fragments of sentences to stumble out: ] I- I- That can't be- No- They wouldn't- Not them-
I don't- I don't-
[ don't want? don't want to believe? don't want to know?
he feels the opal shift in his touch and daylight drops it, acting like it had burned him. he takes a step back from it and looks at jason like he'd have the answers or the explanations or anything to explain what they had both seen. ]