Chapter 50; Text; Backdated to 11/28 morning

[tentacletrainer]

I have two questions for you.
Does anyone else have...strange, vivid recollections of things that happened over the weekend, but no physical proof when there should be?
Such as, say, someone very important to you that you hadn't seen in years, giving you something very important to them to keep close and then...waking up with both them and this item missing?

My second question.
How do you distract yourself when your usual methods are not working and you really, really wish they would?
I thought knitting would do the trick as usual, but though I've finished many of my projects, it's far too mindless.
Definitely not doing the job.

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[hoperaider]

Good grief!
All of that happening while you were all 13?
Jesus christmas im so sorry you had to endure all of that!
What of jade and dave?
Actually no forget i asked. I should probably ask them themselves instead of getting it secondhand.
But i take it you came back to life on derse?

[tentacletrainer]

Indeed. All while we were thirteen.
All on John's birthday as well.
And they fared no better, but I'll let you get the story from them.
Yes, I did indeed revive on Derse after John graciously kissed me back to life.
Dave was already there waiting for me.
From there we took a suicide trip to the Green Sun we were told to destroy, but.
Again.
Plans.
We blew up Derse's moon with ourselves inside, effectively creating the Green Sun rather than destroying it.
Because bastard white texted assholes.

[hoperaider]

Worst birthday ever id imagine.
How on heaven and earth did you survive an explosion like that?!
And whos this white texted scoundrel?

[tentacletrainer]

An omniscient First Guardian of our session attempting to 'save us' while completing his own motives of bringing his master into being in our universe.
I felt it would be alright to accept these consequences, as if my information was correct we wouldn't have to deal with him.
Much, anyway.
Boy was I wrong.
Anyway, within the middle of this moon sat two stone slabs.
One bearing the symbol of a hero of Time.
The other the symbol of a hero of Light.
Dave and I, respectively.
Standing upon these when the explosion happened allowed us to achieve God Tier.
That is how you survive setting off a Tumor which exploded and became a giant, likely radioactive Green Sun.
Btw, imagine everything is properly coded here.
Green Sun in a bright green, Tumor in black and white.
I'm just not in the mood to deal with doing it myself.
Anyway.
God Tier, yay.
The rest has little relevance to what's wrong.

[hoperaider]

I think now i understand what my friend meant by "paving the way for gods..."
Well ive got the backstory now.
Would you like to tell me whats really wrong with this picture?

[tentacletrainer]

Yes.
That is likely what he is referring to.
Because as far as I know all four of us have reached Godhood.
The Heir of Breath, the Witch of Space, the Knight of Time and the Seer of Light.
And alright.

I have been here nearly two years now.
In these two years I've gone from missing my mother, to feeling guilty over her death when I finally caught up, to desperately wishing she would appear.
Because this place has the power to bring the dead back to life.
Bro is here, even though he was quite dead back home.
This is the second time he's been here, in fact.
Becquerel was here at some point.
Even Doc Scratch was here, playing the part of loving father to my friend Kanaya.
Spades arrived, fitting into the little mold of 'loving' 'stab dad' to Karkat.
And well.
It's a little tiring, I suppose.
I hardly have room to complain, there are plenty of other people here who would likely love to see their parents.
But it's tiring to see all your friends have theirs for at least a month, and yours never to show her face.
This weekend?
She finally did.
And then she was gone.
I got a day to cry on her like a child.
Another two to make plans and catch up and have the stupid belief that she'd stay long enough to at least fulfill some of these plans with me.
But she was just...gone the next day.

[hoperaider]

She actually.
I dont think youd know her.

It sounds like such a cruel joke.
But you cant give up hope on her just yet!
She appeared once didnt she?
Perhaps not for very long but that means she could appear again! And maybe stay for at least long enough for the both of you to get some sort of closure.

[tentacletrainer]

Ah, my apologies.
And perhaps, perhaps not.
I am, after all, a Seer.
There are a lot of things I know.

And yes, I know.
I'm sincerely trying not to.
It's just hard to deal with when I had lost my father so soon before she appeared.
Or.
My Other Father, anyway.
But he was as much of a father as anyone could be.

[hoperaider]

Ill tell you about her later then.

Youve lost so much and it really doesnt seem fair.
But you know youre a lot like your mom.
Youre a really strong young lady rose and i dont think i truly appreciated that fact until now.
I wish i could help you or say *something* thatll make things better but i dont think i have any such skills.
This has to have been hard both to tell me and endure. I appreciate you telling me and having enough trust in me to tell me your story.

[tentacletrainer]

...am I?
Thank you.
Honestly, listening does help.
Perhaps it doesn't make things better, but it helps a lot.
It was a lot easier than it may sound honestly.

[hoperaider]

Well i think im a good listener if nothing else!

[There's a small pause before he continues.]

Youve told me about your mom but i dont think ive told you anything about my grandma have i?

[tentacletrainer]

That's a good skill to have, but be careful not to allow yourself to be used as a doormat because of it.
You haven't, no.
I would like to hear about her though, if you would be willing to share.

[hoperaider]

I dont remember as much as i would have liked but some things i certainly do!
She had a serious green thumb. Pumpkins in particular having been running rampant all over the place.
She was the only one who could keep those cursed things in line!
Though she was pretty old you never would have guessed with all the energy she had!
Grandma always looked strong and healthy and she was absurdly active haha.
I didnt watch movies very often because her stories were far more interesting and she never seemed to have run out of things to tell me!
Shed tell me of far off places but i cant remember what they were about.
She was the best grandma i could have ever asked for.
I guess i only wish that she had been in my life longer.