[ It's nice to read that Blue still has hope, at least. There's not many things worse than a total lack of hope to Inigo - and considering how much he wants Blue to have this in her life, he's glad that she still believes it possible. Or that she's at least determined enough to make it, if possible.
But then.. that last part.. ]
Of course. If it's possible, I would like to see it. It would be a place very important to you, after all.
[ So it would be important to him too, he means. ]
It might take a lot for me to be able to see it though, depending on the circumstances.
[It would be a place important to her, it's true. Important in a way that no other place or time has ever been or ever would be.]
[His hesitance to promise her this with his typical enthusiasm is palpable. If it's possible. Depending on the circumstances. She braces herself to be reminded that she cannot keep him.]
It's not that Inigo doesn't know. It's not a thoughtful pause. It's instead more hesitating - knowing how she feels about these matters, and wanting to be both delicate yet honest about it.
It's a difficult mix though. More than anything, he doesn't want to hurt her. Not when they were instead thinking about what a perfect home would be for her - a much better topic, in his opinion. ]
I would need to know my world is alright.
[ Even if it's technically no longer his. It still needs to be alright. The past versions of his father, his mother, his sister-- They all have to be happy. That other Inigo has to be able to grow up happily, because Inigo can't imagine himself being able to live without that knowledge, without having seen it with his own eyes. ]
And then I would need a way to get to your world. And also figure out how I'm going to exist, if I'm still able to. [ Maybe that's the only possible mixture of honesty and delicacy. Being honest, but not presenting it as a total impossibility either. ]
[It's not outside her ability to ensure that Inigo's world is safe. She dislikes the thought of it existing without him, but if he were to persist regardless, if he were to be extracted from it... She's never done something like that before, but there's a first for everything.]
[The second stipulation might be harder, and the third... The third gives her the most pause. She wonders if he realizes how he sounds. She wonders if he understands how similar they really are.]
If you were able to, would you want to exist? Tell me honestly.
Maybe not as wild between the two of them, given how close they are - and given everything that they know about each other. It's not exactly the sort of thing you'd ask a stranger. It's not exactly something you'd try to formulate an honest answer to, unless it was someone you truly cared about. ]
I'm not sure it's really a question of wanting...
[ H-Hold on, Blue, he's not trying to escape that question, he's just-- He's just trying to work this out in his own mind too. It really isn't that simple.
Maybe it's easier to put it in another way. A way to make it easier for her to understand. Like-- ]
You know, it's like when you have prepared yourself for some sort of absolutely inevitable end, and there's no real time to think about it anyway because you have to keep going and going, and you have to keep doing as much of the thing you have to do as possible because it's the only way to prevent things from getting even worse, and then at a certain point even when the tiniest chance presents itself you just realize that you don't even know what it might be like to exist, and whether or not you'd actually like it at that point since you never got to have an idea of what it would be like?
[ Another pause. ]
I suppose that makes the answer yes.. But it's complicated?
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But then.. that last part.. ]
Of course. If it's possible, I would like to see it. It would be a place very important to you, after all.
[ So it would be important to him too, he means. ]
It might take a lot for me to be able to see it though, depending on the circumstances.
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[His hesitance to promise her this with his typical enthusiasm is palpable. If it's possible. Depending on the circumstances. She braces herself to be reminded that she cannot keep him.]
What would it take, do you imagine?
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It's not that Inigo doesn't know. It's not a thoughtful pause. It's instead more hesitating - knowing how she feels about these matters, and wanting to be both delicate yet honest about it.
It's a difficult mix though. More than anything, he doesn't want to hurt her. Not when they were instead thinking about what a perfect home would be for her - a much better topic, in his opinion. ]
I would need to know my world is alright.
[ Even if it's technically no longer his. It still needs to be alright. The past versions of his father, his mother, his sister-- They all have to be happy. That other Inigo has to be able to grow up happily, because Inigo can't imagine himself being able to live without that knowledge, without having seen it with his own eyes. ]
And then I would need a way to get to your world. And also figure out how I'm going to exist, if I'm still able to. [ Maybe that's the only possible mixture of honesty and delicacy. Being honest, but not presenting it as a total impossibility either. ]
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[It's not outside her ability to ensure that Inigo's world is safe. She dislikes the thought of it existing without him, but if he were to persist regardless, if he were to be extracted from it... She's never done something like that before, but there's a first for everything.]
[The second stipulation might be harder, and the third... The third gives her the most pause. She wonders if he realizes how he sounds. She wonders if he understands how similar they really are.]
If you were able to, would you want to exist? Tell me honestly.
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Maybe not as wild between the two of them, given how close they are - and given everything that they know about each other. It's not exactly the sort of thing you'd ask a stranger. It's not exactly something you'd try to formulate an honest answer to, unless it was someone you truly cared about. ]
I'm not sure it's really a question of wanting...
[ H-Hold on, Blue, he's not trying to escape that question, he's just-- He's just trying to work this out in his own mind too. It really isn't that simple.
Maybe it's easier to put it in another way. A way to make it easier for her to understand. Like-- ]
You know, it's like when you have prepared yourself for some sort of absolutely inevitable end, and there's no real time to think about it anyway because you have to keep going and going, and you have to keep doing as much of the thing you have to do as possible because it's the only way to prevent things from getting even worse, and then at a certain point even when the tiniest chance presents itself you just realize that you don't even know what it might be like to exist, and whether or not you'd actually like it at that point since you never got to have an idea of what it would be like?
[ Another pause. ]
I suppose that makes the answer yes.. But it's complicated?