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Ezra Bridger ([personal profile] ezra_of_lothal) wrote2022-01-03 07:48 am
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"I'm Ezra Bridger and this is my communicator thing. Leave a message!"
terribibble: (why do most people quit?)

[personal profile] terribibble 2023-05-01 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it's

This doesn't leave this conversation, understand?


[He doesn't have to talk about all of it. Just the relevant parts. Just the parts that might help solve the problem.]

It's that way on purpose. I got rid of it. Whatever it is that has me like this, I know it was bad, but I've burned it right out of my head. Destroyed the synapses. There shouldn't be anything left over, not even subconsciously, that was the whole point.
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[personal profile] terribibble 2023-05-01 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It is a machine I built, yes. Before I arrived here, about a year and a half ago now? But I have it here with me. As far as I can tell it still works.

[He's overestimating. He's so bad at time, now, and especially the time after he started using the ray gets jumbled, either feels much longer than it was or like it was no time at all. Today it's the former.]

It's hard to pin it down the issues. It was the things you said on that network post that hit me. Trouble sleeping, nightmares when I do sleep. Real changeable mood. Bouts of... I don't know how to describe it. Dullness? I have to have a project to focus on or a goal to meet to keep me occupied or my mind turns to molasses. Sometimes I'll catch myself doing things without realizing, on reflex. Usually it's drawing eyeballs on things. Couldn't tell you why except I always feel a little bit like I'm being watched. It's always real strange things that set off the fear, too, things like a certain shade of yellow or photographs of deep space, and I couldn't tell you why either of those bother me like they do. Sometimes I don't even know exactly what it was that did it, just that suddenly my hackles are up and I'm ready to fight something or run away.

My wife left me. Because of it.
terribibble: (that's for normal boys)

[personal profile] terribibble 2023-05-01 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The metaphor helps a lot, actually.

[Well. Helps in that he understands exactly what Ezra is getting at here. Whatever he did, it wasn't as complete and final as he'd wanted. Maybe the very act of leaving himself notes after, notes telling himself where not to go and what not to do, ensured he couldn't entirely forget. It had just seemed so stupid to erase something and then leave himself open to making the exact same mistake by virtue of having forgotten. He didn't need to know why he had to stay away from Ford Pines, only that it was bad, and that he was right to leave.

And now he's gone back on that here, hasn't he? And in a weird way that makes him even less keen to remember why he left, because if he does it might destroy the friendship he's just beginning to get back.]


I know it's a complicated sort of situation. It's kind of you to talk through it with me at all and I sure don't expect you to have some sort of magic solution.

[Well. He was hoping, but you always hope for the best, brace for the worst, right?]

Maybe we tackle it in parts instead of trying to handle the whole thing. I'd settle for being able to sleep at night. That'd be a good place to start.