[Jason should have known that with memories raining from the sky that there would be plenty of reminders of the time he had forgotten who he was and his past. He thought they would only come from his own opals. He wasn't prepared for the reminder to come from others: Soldat, Daylight, and now this opal.
Jason had collected so many of these things now, he never hesitated to pick them up. He knew how important memories were, but some still lingered in his mind longer than others. This one was one of them. He sat by the Bonfire, turning the opal over and over in his hand as he thought about it.
Sora...and Namine. What a terrible burden for them both. Jason knew something of what it was to lose all of your memories, to have them taken, and while this was similar to that there was also something different between what Namine had done to Sora (and then undone it seemed) and what Hera had done to him. He couldn't imagine having to chose, in fact he'd purposefully NOT chosen between his life at Camp Jupiter and his life at Camp Half-Blood. It had nearly ripped him apart...but he'd done it. He'd forged a place at both camps and, he hoped, maybe Sora had found a way to reconnect with both Namine and his "real" memories.
Jason stops, holding the opal up to the fire light and watches the colors dance across it. The way they shift makes him think of Piper. He wishes things could have ended differently, that she hadn't felt so strongly about their relationship being built on a lie because they began with false memories. He had hoped that maybe...
He sighs, lowering the opal again and watching the aurora's lights shimmer. He needed to find Namine and give this to her...it felt more like her memory than Sora's, but if it wasn't hers then he'd figure it out. He wanted to sit with it a little longer though, sit with his own memories and feelings about those memories for a bit.]
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Jason had collected so many of these things now, he never hesitated to pick them up. He knew how important memories were, but some still lingered in his mind longer than others. This one was one of them. He sat by the Bonfire, turning the opal over and over in his hand as he thought about it.
Sora...and Namine. What a terrible burden for them both. Jason knew something of what it was to lose all of your memories, to have them taken, and while this was similar to that there was also something different between what Namine had done to Sora (and then undone it seemed) and what Hera had done to him. He couldn't imagine having to chose, in fact he'd purposefully NOT chosen between his life at Camp Jupiter and his life at Camp Half-Blood. It had nearly ripped him apart...but he'd done it. He'd forged a place at both camps and, he hoped, maybe Sora had found a way to reconnect with both Namine and his "real" memories.
Jason stops, holding the opal up to the fire light and watches the colors dance across it. The way they shift makes him think of Piper. He wishes things could have ended differently, that she hadn't felt so strongly about their relationship being built on a lie because they began with false memories. He had hoped that maybe...
He sighs, lowering the opal again and watching the aurora's lights shimmer. He needed to find Namine and give this to her...it felt more like her memory than Sora's, but if it wasn't hers then he'd figure it out. He wanted to sit with it a little longer though, sit with his own memories and feelings about those memories for a bit.]