Not here. [they agree, quietly.] It's likely that they are. What they don't understand is whatever... power of friendship they think is going to help them does not exist.
This is not a place where you make friends. You are all here for one purpose.
If it's like this with every group that passes through here, I imagine Despair must thrive later on. [Because people can't help themselves from forming connections like idiots!!! Childe's not as exempt from this as he'd like to be--he is still human, underneath it all. But trusting someone fucked him over so recently, and he's always been ambitious. The combination makes it easy to maintain perspective.
He runs a hand through his hair, looking a little tired.]
Lust mentioned that if no one else killed moving forward, it would simply take longer to get the power we want. But Law said that he was told "it doesn't have to be the last person standing who is the one who gets their wish". [Which don't necessarily have to be contradictory statements, but given that they're on the topic...] Could you clarify that for me?
When we first arrived, Lust told me that there have been a lot of people who aren't here anymore. [A pause, as he thinks back. It was a few weeks ago, after all.] I remember asking them if they'd seen people like us pass through here.
[Realistically he doesn't actually know wtf a space station is, but he's smart enough to parse the words into a concept he can comprehend, and turn that over in his head. Did you know the moon is a corpse in Genshin lore? Now you do.
ANYWAY. His first instinct is "why the fck" because literally why the fuck!!! But he doesn't say that because he doubts Pride would give him any answer besides "because."]
Then, should we expect to see new faces anytime soon?
[Or is there a big "INDULGENCE IN PROGRESS" sign on the... outside? Of space? Or whatever?]
[The timeline page is already so fucking long please I'm exhausted.
But he just nods a little. Obviously he has a thousand more questions, and it looks, for a moment, like he's considering asking them--but then he shakes his head slightly.]
I'll keep that in mind, thank you. I didn't call you here to interrogate you. [So he appreciates the willingness to share this information with him, even though Pride's had a long day.] Can I ask you one more thing?
[I hope Pride sincerely regrets not picking Childe for their team. "It's not a team game" for their team.]
What happens to the dead?
[He'd been wondering if they were in some kind of compound, which would obviously have space for body disposal. But since they're apparently floating in the sky or whatever...??]
[GOD. AWFUL. He's like 98% sure Pride is telling the truth but that 2% is just like "are they?? fucking with me??? they don't seem like they would do that, but what the fuck."
Can't believe he gets to go talk to Gluttony next week. Awful. Bad.]
...Alright. [CHILDE DON'T JUST SAY "ALRIGHT".] Thank you.
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Not here. [they agree, quietly.] It's likely that they are. What they don't understand is whatever... power of friendship they think is going to help them does not exist.
This is not a place where you make friends. You are all here for one purpose.
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If it's like this with every group that passes through here, I imagine Despair must thrive later on. [Because people can't help themselves from forming connections like idiots!!! Childe's not as exempt from this as he'd like to be--he is still human, underneath it all. But trusting someone fucked him over so recently, and he's always been ambitious. The combination makes it easy to maintain perspective.
He runs a hand through his hair, looking a little tired.]
Lust mentioned that if no one else killed moving forward, it would simply take longer to get the power we want. But Law said that he was told "it doesn't have to be the last person standing who is the one who gets their wish". [Which don't necessarily have to be contradictory statements, but given that they're on the topic...] Could you clarify that for me?
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[they say dryly.]
Clarify what. It'll take longer to get to where we're going if you all just decide to stop killing each other, Lust isn't wrong.
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When we first arrived, Lust told me that there have been a lot of people who aren't here anymore. [A pause, as he thinks back. It was a few weeks ago, after all.] I remember asking them if they'd seen people like us pass through here.
[And that was the response, so.]
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We're on a space station. It's a hub.
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ANYWAY. His first instinct is "why the fck" because literally why the fuck!!! But he doesn't say that because he doubts Pride would give him any answer besides "because."]
Then, should we expect to see new faces anytime soon?
[Or is there a big "INDULGENCE IN PROGRESS" sign on the... outside? Of space? Or whatever?]
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Don't know. It's possible.
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But he just nods a little. Obviously he has a thousand more questions, and it looks, for a moment, like he's considering asking them--but then he shakes his head slightly.]
I'll keep that in mind, thank you. I didn't call you here to interrogate you. [So he appreciates the willingness to share this information with him, even though Pride's had a long day.] Can I ask you one more thing?
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they just tilt their head. sure, go for it.]
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What happens to the dead?
[He'd been wondering if they were in some kind of compound, which would obviously have space for body disposal. But since they're apparently floating in the sky or whatever...??]
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Do you really want to know?
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Yes.
[Soylent Green is people]
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Gluttony eats them. [:\]
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And Childe just fucking. Stares at Pride for a good long second.
There are so many ways he could react to this, but the first thing he can think of is--]
Even the robot?
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Can't believe he gets to go talk to Gluttony next week. Awful. Bad.]
...Alright. [CHILDE DON'T JUST SAY "ALRIGHT".] Thank you.
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Mm. [... they're going to just go, actually, unless he has more to say.]
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