Audience: Harrowhark Nonagesimus

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Comments

[bonetiddies]

[She's here. She's worried, when she sees how he is, and she can't pretend not to be with emotion share.]

Hello. Thank you for meeting with me.

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[he seems... confused? a little? at the worry. but not opposed or hostile, just sort of like ??? about it.]

Don't need to be formal about it. I assume you have questions.

[bonetiddies]

[She's always a little formal, though.]

. . . All right. But I suspect many of those questions pertain to things that you cannot or will not talk about.

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You won't know until you try asking, and neither will I.

[bonetiddies]

Really. Then should I come right out and say it directly? I wasn't going to, but I'll feel silly dancing around the subject only to learn your view is different than Wrath's.

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[he snorts.]

You're going to find a lot of my views are different from Wrath's.

You said you prefer it if I just tell you that I won't answer your question, weeks ago. I can't tell you that if I don't know what the question is.

[bonetiddies]

Fine. [She's given enough preamble that if he's immediately devoured by it it's his own dumb fault.] Can we talk about the creature, or will that endanger you?

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[he makes a face.]

Wouldn't be the first time it's endangered me. [god he hates it so much] It doesn't like to be talked about, so it may take it out on us. Not you.

[bonetiddies]

Hmm.

[Her expression is a little tight.]

I don't want to endanger you, particularly not for questions I don't even know will be useful.

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[he waves a hand.]

It doesn't bother me. I'll come back.

[bonetiddies]

Hmm. [It does bother her a little? She doesn't want to hurt him. But also, she respects that attitude? It's the one she'd have in his shoes.

Then again - ]

Ah. Being killed cannot hurt you, but indulging overmuch in your aspect can. Is that correct?

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[he has had like four people be bothered about him being hurt this week and it's baffling every time.]

I'd say being killed still hurts. [dryly.] The indulgence has changed the way we look. If it's hurting us in another way I'm unaware of it.

[bonetiddies]

It doesn't seem ideal.

[So maybe you shouldn't be quite so prideful about the creature.]

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[hello they are the avatar of pride it is impossible]

All that it's done to me is make it harder for me to pick things up. [:unamused:]

[bonetiddies]

I don't want to contribute to that.

[So try.]

I don't know yet what I want to ask about it. So let's try another question. 'Unfinished business.' Is this something you'd be willing to clarify, now?

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[a longer pause.]

I want to revive Gwen. [so... they're here.]

[bonetiddies]

. . . I see. So it is a desire you want fulfilled, like ours.

[A little more sympathetic. She. . . still can't get her head around her own wish, but at least she knows by now that it is for the sake of one other person, though she can't imagine who it could be.]

Those visions we've received of other people. Were they also here to indulge and obtain their desires?

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[he folds his arms.]

They were here once.

[bonetiddies]

But they died. And were consumed, by that thing?

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[a pause, and then, with a surge of irritation:]

Do you see why I wanted to make sure Mercy wasn't being held somewhere?

[bonetiddies]

Of course.

[Irritation? Hmm.]

But she isn't. We ought not to have worried you so.

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[his jaw works a little.]

Don't try to take the blame. That lies with the thing skittering around the base.

[... and then, after a moment:] I lied when I said I didn't know what took my head, when we were taken to the place with the repeating hallway.

[bonetiddies]

Ah. Yes. I suppose we assumed we'd solved the mystery of Gluttony, but I suppose it was all of you.

Then those places are something it is doing as well?

[probe]

That's my best guess.

... What was all of us?

[bonetiddies]

Er. Encountered it, I mean.