firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

I see we've found ourselves another scholar. I imagine that is what brought you here to me today, isn't it?

[He taps his chin.]

Someone important. Well, you only have a glimpse of yourself, but tell me about this someone special. What details do you remember?

[He sighs.]

Comfortable. Familiar would be the best way to describe it. And living formless is troublesome all the time so I need one to rely I, don't it?

As for this one, it was the last role I played. I do have duty after all. And I do not like to discard it until I have need for a new one. Though I didn't get to choose this. The Production did for me.

Kind of, yeah. I was mostly curious what happened to your world and all. Things looked pretty bad when we were there.

There was another android, 2B. [He lingers on the name for a moment.] She didn't seem overly friendly, but I think we got along. She was in two different memories, so I must have spent at least some time with her. Oh, she and I seemed somehow different from other androids I saw, too. We were the only two with white hair, for instance... No, there was a third white haired android. I don't know her name, but we fought each other. I don't really know why, I just-

[He can feel himself getting angry just thinking about the other android, though he doesn't know why. He takes a deep breath.]

There's no reason for androids to fight each other. I guess if I buy more memories I might find out why.

Duty, huh? What "role" were you filling, then?

It was broken into ten and fourteen reflections. Ever do we seek to put it back together. But that is tale for another time. I am too weary to live through it at the moment. All was done for that.

An ally and comrade at least.

[He pauses before stating.]

The third seems to be not as friendly.

[He still doesn't get how a world can be broken into pieces, but he's not stupid enough to push the matter when Emet-Selch clearly doesn't want to elaborate.]

Well, good luck with everything. It doesn't sound like it'll be something that's easy to fix.

[By this point the sun has gone and stars are becoming visible, and a chill breeze rudely comes blowing by. Jack shivers involuntarily.]

I think I've dumped a lot on you... sorry. Maybe we should head back?

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