Well, she's already told him about the reincarnation... Cheryl's existence in and of itself was a strange little anomaly-- a temporary blip in time. Which was, perhaps, what had made it so hard for Harry to let go of her. Half a child, living as one being for seven years... and then ceasing to exist.
Well, not ENTIRELY, but... close enough, from the perspective of anyone who had known her... of the man who had raised her from infanthood.
"See, before I... died, the first time... I did this thing. Sort of. To stop... to stop the cult's plan from succeeding, they needed me in one piece. So I sent half of me... away. Where it'd be safe. And-- y'know, be able to be happy. ... That was Cheryl."
She pauses there for a breath, folding her arms across her knees more comfortably and then resting her head sideways. Remembering that period of separation was... often confusing, and a little painful. When half of yourself was living a happy childhood, and the other, a haze of pain and horror that could hardly be called a life at all...
And it got even worse when they had converged in that town on the night Alessa had died. Two separate trains headed back for the same track...
"... Eventually the cult was able to draw her back to Silent Hill, and Dad... followed. Um. ... When I was... one person again, that's when... that's when I finally died. ... And when I was reborn, Dad named me Cheryl again. ... Even though I wasn't the same."
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Well, she's already told him about the reincarnation... Cheryl's existence in and of itself was a strange little anomaly-- a temporary blip in time. Which was, perhaps, what had made it so hard for Harry to let go of her. Half a child, living as one being for seven years... and then ceasing to exist.
Well, not ENTIRELY, but... close enough, from the perspective of anyone who had known her... of the man who had raised her from infanthood.
"See, before I... died, the first time... I did this thing. Sort of. To stop... to stop the cult's plan from succeeding, they needed me in one piece. So I sent half of me... away. Where it'd be safe. And-- y'know, be able to be happy. ... That was Cheryl."
She pauses there for a breath, folding her arms across her knees more comfortably and then resting her head sideways. Remembering that period of separation was... often confusing, and a little painful. When half of yourself was living a happy childhood, and the other, a haze of pain and horror that could hardly be called a life at all...
And it got even worse when they had converged in that town on the night Alessa had died. Two separate trains headed back for the same track...
"... Eventually the cult was able to draw her back to Silent Hill, and Dad... followed. Um. ... When I was... one person again, that's when... that's when I finally died. ... And when I was reborn, Dad named me Cheryl again. ... Even though I wasn't the same."