I believe your pursuit of the dead is confusing you. The dead are... important perhaps, but not in where they went as the group of you so desperately are trying to find.
I think things will begin to come together for you if you all discuss each of your experiences. There are still things to find, if you care to look. Each week, what here do you all receive? How many more do you think there will be?
[All right, then. That's an answer, to some degree.]
. . . The thirty-eighth person. He died early on. That was the headless corpse that was delivered to Sheila, correct? She likes eating the teeth, so you brought her the skull later. And then his skull wound up in the hot tub somehow.
[the sharp-toothed mouth in the hood smiles foxishly.]
A small correction: I brought her the teeth because she requested them. The skull was to be disposed of; however, it went missing. Apologies it had some interference with your case.
Technically, there can only be seven sins. Eight is still a bit cumbersome, but better manageable. Though... I do suppose that man could have made a fine Despair as he elicited it a lot in other people.
Perhaps you would have enjoyed him much more than the one we have now?
Lust is such a kind, sweet Avatar. And you would accuse us of not giving them a floor to be present on to meet everyone? I believe I also speak for the others in saying we are hurt you would think such a thing.
They are incredibly kind and sweet. When we see orange mist and the word consume, our immediate association is you. Yet when we see, again and again, pink anomalies and strange cat theming, we do not consider it indicative of anything in particular, because Lust is so very kind and sweet.
There is no missing floor. Those rules are reserved for the thirteenth floor of buildings--which is terribly rude because thirteen is a perfectly acceptable number.
I've learned something from speaking with you I wouldn't have otherwise thought to consider. I'm grateful that you've taken the time to get me to understand, in your own unique way.
[Sigh. Kindness is the worst.]
But if one of you eight is dangerous, that is something I am not willing to wait and see how it plays out.
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I would hypothesize it is because we are currently here. Those are empty vessels. Is that lead too inane?
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I think things will begin to come together for you if you all discuss each of your experiences. There are still things to find, if you care to look. Each week, what here do you all receive? How many more do you think there will be?
What is the last one, I wonder?
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What do we receive? [That's an odd way to put it.] Each week, there is another floor. Another effect. Er. . . an opportunity?
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[But. Fine.]
We've had Despair, you, Pride, Greed, and now Envy. So Lust, Wrath, and Sloth remain.
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Are you so sure?
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I suppose you shall have to find out, Reverend.
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How shall I find out. As a surprise when I step off the elevator, or is there some other means?
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You just have to be creative.
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[All right, then. That's an answer, to some degree.]
. . . The thirty-eighth person. He died early on. That was the headless corpse that was delivered to Sheila, correct? She likes eating the teeth, so you brought her the skull later. And then his skull wound up in the hot tub somehow.
Why did we never meet him? Why did he die?
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A small correction: I brought her the teeth because she requested them. The skull was to be disposed of; however, it went missing. Apologies it had some interference with your case.
Technically, there can only be seven sins. Eight is still a bit cumbersome, but better manageable. Though... I do suppose that man could have made a fine Despair as he elicited it a lot in other people.
Perhaps you would have enjoyed him much more than the one we have now?
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[Maybe he would have been a better Gluttony!!
She has no idea of the bullet dodged. Anyway.]
. . . Well. Thank you for your time. It was more productive than I expected.
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. . . Ah. I think I understand what you meant, now. There are only seven rings and seven floors, for seven sins.
I think those assuming Despair is the outlier are mistaken. I would posit that there is no floor for Lust.
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You are welcome.
[hello once again, post-meeting harrow.]
Lust is such a kind, sweet Avatar. And you would accuse us of not giving them a floor to be present on to meet everyone? I believe I also speak for the others in saying we are hurt you would think such a thing.
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[they clear their throat.]
Some things may not have any correlation, you understand. I and a few of the rest of us are looking into some of the more peculiar happenings.
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Coincidences happen. Is the missing floor in fact Lust's?
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There is no missing floor. Those rules are reserved for the thirteenth floor of buildings--which is terribly rude because thirteen is a perfectly acceptable number.
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Try not to perish before their debut. They would be unhappy.
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[Sigh. Kindness is the worst.]
But if one of you eight is dangerous, that is something I am not willing to wait and see how it plays out.
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I think some of you are equally as dangerous as us, would you not say?
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