No. I'm not even satisfied with them, the longer I sit with them.
[at least he's honest. but there is a shudder of violence, an echo of bloodthirst that runs through his emotions. his brow furrows, like he's trying to understand the feeling]
[ there's something about the fucking straight-up mirror he just looked into here that sends a shiver up his spine. just something a fool had said once. ]
Aye. It is.
[ he doesn't actually intend to start picking apart the motive here. it isn't his battlefield to die on. but it's hard not to see the parallels. maybe it's conceited to have come here to watch this happen. the thought floats up; it's not too late to reach an understanding. you aren't done yet, right? followed by a quick and sharp `enough! I'm sick of it. it didn't help then and it won't help now.` so I guess enjoy that little argument with himself.]
What will you do now? Seems as if they intend to keep you in this cage.
... then take it from someone who was a god until very recently.
There will be problems that you can't answer on your own, and you might as well ask for help before you compromise everything that you think you are.
[because for scien, even in his slightly crunchy emotions, there is that feeling of frustration and indignation. to be a god ripped from the heavens and brought back to being this pitiful creature on earth.]
I will meet my end because I have been made into something I can no longer accept.
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That's what I thought it was for me too, but I feel as though you too will be knocked back to earth before the heavens open for you.
[don't be bitter about it, scien]
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No need to be bitter, Scien.
[ drumming his nails on the glass. ]
Well? I suppose everyone must be pressing you for answers. Do you have any that will prove satisfying?
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[at least he's honest. but there is a shudder of violence, an echo of bloodthirst that runs through his emotions. his brow furrows, like he's trying to understand the feeling]
... but I know I did it.
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Yes.
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[ ... ]
Are you lying?
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Oh, I don't know, it can be fun sometimes. [ another pause. ] You said - or, your mind said - something about asking for help?
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It's frustrating to have an idiot point out flaws in my thinking.
[and yet that's also what most of this night's pcs have been]
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Aye. It is.
[ he doesn't actually intend to start picking apart the motive here. it isn't his battlefield to die on. but it's hard not to see the parallels. maybe it's conceited to have come here to watch this happen. the thought floats up; it's not too late to reach an understanding. you aren't done yet, right? followed by a quick and sharp `enough! I'm sick of it. it didn't help then and it won't help now.` so I guess enjoy that little argument with himself.]
What will you do now? Seems as if they intend to keep you in this cage.
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Do you seek to be understood, even knowing that are meant to be something more than what you are?
[poses a question instead of answering, i guess]
I will answer your question after I receive mine.
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[ `oh good more threats! how original, boss.` ]
I don't need to be understood.
[ but he feels like wants to be. ]
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There will be problems that you can't answer on your own, and you might as well ask for help before you compromise everything that you think you are.
[because for scien, even in his slightly crunchy emotions, there is that feeling of frustration and indignation. to be a god ripped from the heavens and brought back to being this pitiful creature on earth.]
I will meet my end because I have been made into something I can no longer accept.
[and boy howdy does he]