[ the first part of the response already has max raising an eyebrow, since cassian is usually in three layers at minimum, especially when it’s cold out. but then she realizes what’s going on. ]
sorry about that. i swear i’m gonna hand this stark guy’s balls to him.
pretty close to it, yeah. the natives had ways of manipulating people and there were methods they would use to get us to comply with what they wanted us to do.
yeah, i noticed. i figured it had to do with the history of the place or something.
I have not investigated deeply, as some may. To me, it is enough that this place imprisons and delights and harms us. It is a living thing, and any living thing can be bested.
you think? [ she knows there had been a heart within the place, but she doesn't know what people have found out since. ] what methods have people tried, aside from trying o destroy its heart?
I take it they did not gain it from you, hm? You speak disdainfully, but not with vengeance. You have escaped?
I do. I sense it's life, it's breath. It is unclear to me, though, I fear -- most vexing. If I could find the source of it's air, I could seal it with a word. But it does not wish that, for me. It is not my time, yet.
I am unsure. I have spent my time in dreaming, these past months. Waking in the games was unpleasant.
None of us intended to be here, this is so. An in-between, for a purpose I have not determined.
Perhaps. It may drown us alongside it, out of zealous jealous bitterness. If it cannot live, neither may we. Then again: many of us have died before.
It is what it is. Fate and destiny still pull the strings of this place, despite it being out of the natural, the norm. To battle against the cosmic whims is to truly understand one's futility.
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sorry about that.
i swear i’m gonna hand this stark guy’s balls to him.
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At least you did not send the sort of photos I did. Most vexing.
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[ currently unaware of what she’d sent to alec instead of cassian. ]
i shouldn’t hold it against him, i guess. and it’s not like this kind of thing didn’t happen where i was before.
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you were, too?
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But there are many others here who came another wayward place before this.
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yeah, i'm one of those people. the place was called duplicity.
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This place does not have nearly so telling a name, I fear.
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yeah, i noticed. i figured it had to do with the history of the place or something.
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I have not investigated deeply, as some may. To me, it is enough that this place imprisons and delights and harms us. It is a living thing, and any living thing can be bested.
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you think? [ she knows there had been a heart within the place, but she doesn't know what people have found out since. ] what methods have people tried, aside from trying o destroy its heart?
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I do. I sense it's life, it's breath. It is unclear to me, though, I fear -- most vexing. If I could find the source of it's air, I could seal it with a word.
But it does not wish that, for me. It is not my time, yet.
I am unsure. I have spent my time in dreaming, these past months. Waking in the games was unpleasant.
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do you think that would affect us? cutting off its air. [ maybe that's why she's unable to try. ]
yikes. that must have sucked.
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Perhaps. It may drown us alongside it, out of zealous jealous bitterness. If it cannot live, neither may we.
Then again: many of us have died before.
It is what it is. Fate and destiny still pull the strings of this place, despite it being out of the natural, the norm. To battle against the cosmic whims is to truly understand one's futility.