[ Day listens to Ginger and you can practically hear him drop the metaphorical beat at the mention of memories, especially as the explanation continues. And there's this look in his eyes of someone who's suddenly having to do a bunch of social math, if you will, weighing a bunch of thoughts in his head against each other before trying to voice any of them.
(They are, probably, still holding hands, so this is also probably going to look quite silly in a bit.)
The fact that Ginger brought this up concerning how Day can't stay in memories is relevant, probably. Probably? He doesn't like it one bit. And this isn't a problem of whether or not Day matters enough, at least from Day's point of view, it's just—it feels so arrogant to assume he might be so important that he could change someone in such a way. He's been in and out of enough people's lives to know that even if he's changed their lives a little, it's not the same as being something they'd want to hold onto or being a mark (or scar) that stays. It's not a matter of self-depreciation or anything, it's just how life and people work. Maybe worrying over this is just selfish of him, the forget-me-not heart wanting to be self-centered enough to think he's that important to someone.
But he—he has to ask this. Because if there's even a 1% possibility, a certain priority is going to be moved to the top of the list, immediately. ]
Ginger, I... don't take this the wrong way— [ Gods he must be nervous to have to preface with this line, but he's already said it. ] —but are you sayin' that if you forget me, you might die?
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(They are, probably, still holding hands, so this is also probably going to look quite silly in a bit.)
The fact that Ginger brought this up concerning how Day can't stay in memories is relevant, probably. Probably? He doesn't like it one bit. And this isn't a problem of whether or not Day matters enough, at least from Day's point of view, it's just—it feels so arrogant to assume he might be so important that he could change someone in such a way. He's been in and out of enough people's lives to know that even if he's changed their lives a little, it's not the same as being something they'd want to hold onto or being a mark (or scar) that stays. It's not a matter of self-depreciation or anything, it's just how life and people work. Maybe worrying over this is just selfish of him, the forget-me-not heart wanting to be self-centered enough to think he's that important to someone.
But he—he has to ask this. Because if there's even a 1% possibility, a certain priority is going to be moved to the top of the list, immediately. ]
Ginger, I... don't take this the wrong way— [ Gods he must be nervous to have to preface with this line, but he's already said it. ] —but are you sayin' that if you forget me, you might die?