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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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.