firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

[He taps his chin.]

I wouldn't go as far to say as I am unwilling to let you join. At least not now. Perhaps I was more cautions before. But I will need to amend a few contracts before I speak freely of it, else I will be rather lacking in words for a few days.

As for worrying about your other versions, I think it will be marvelous to entertain my younger self.

[Torment. He means friendly torment.]

Though I can see how it can be daunting. Feeling replaced. And truthfully, I'd take three mages in experts over souls over two. The two of you are not clones of each other with the same thoughts going through your head. At one point, you shared the same experience, but your experiences beyond that will help you grow differently.

... I can only imagine what those contracts might be. I'm rather sure you wouldn't have made one just on the off chance that I might arrive here?

[And is there any version of Hyth out there that doesn't torment Emet, one way or another?]

... But rather than being replaced, it is not having a purpose that weighs on me. My younger self is the Chief of the Bureau. I am not. I've no idea what I am to do with my skills that could not be done better or quicker by the younger me.

[He shakes his head.]

Truth games have been here since before our arrival. Truthfully it was a measure against that than anything else. We have more of the Scions here at that time as well, and we wanted to keep our plans secret from them.

[He quirks an eyebrow at him.]

And when has our society cast out someone simply because they could not do it 'faster' or 'better'? 'Tis about our own personal growth and how that growth can benefit anyone.

As for a place, perhaps you could be the next Emet Selch. You would only need to contend with my younger self and well, it was originally given to you.

... Our people would not cast anyone out like that, it is true. Thus we can conclude that the problem is my own doubts as to whether I can do anything to benefit others. Not to mention that this place does punish us for not being better or faster than others.

[It's almost like the way the games are set up is traumatizing! Who could have foreseen this.]

And you know I gave up the position to you for a reason. I would make an even worse Architect now than I would have back then.

Then cast thoughts of this place aside. And I'll ask the question again.

What do you want?

[For a brief moment, he grips the wheel a little tighter, but then breathes out.]

Be more specific. I want a lot of things, and a lot of them are conflicting with one another.

[He shows him another turn.]

Your goal. Your purpose in life. Though truly any wants will do.

If you are up for continuing such a heavy topic. I know it has been difficult.

[vroom vroom! where are we going.]

... I want to go home. I want to not exist. I want to be with Lily. I want all of this to never have happened. I want to want something, and I want to be forgotten by everyone. I imagine you're noticing the theme.

I am seeing a trend.

[They will eventually make it to tokyo bay. A small park near the water with views of the city.]

Forgetting you is not an option, so I'm afraid you will need to cross that off your list. This place also is not meant for you to solve such conflicts, but allow them to breed and fester. Apologies that I don't have a good solution. But if you are every feeling lonely, my door is always open for you.

[Oh, this is cute... At least Levity seems to cheer up at the sight of their destination! He likes nature.]

... I feel lonely almost all the time, to tell you the truth. Even when I am with others.

[This is less cute, though.]

[He gets out the blanket and the basket and finds a place to sit.

As for the statement, he nods.]

If you ever do find a solution for that, do let me know. I know being around people will not make it go away, but I hope it at least helps. Or do you still feel as if you don't belong?

[Even Chronically Sad as he is, Levity wouldn't be Hythlodaeus if he let up the opportunity to be a gremlin to pass by. He just waits until Emet settles down, and then comes over to climb into his lap.]

Less than I have before, fortunately. But I still do feel lost. I've taken to finding places to hide, but Vergil already scolded me for it.

[He gives him a withering look with no bite, but then just wraps one hand around him patting his back.]

You are still adjusting, but Vergil is right. Be careful not to fall too deep into your own head.

[Being a gremlin is helping, actually! He gives Emet a smug look, then reaches out to pat his cheek - in a manner that's probably quite reminiscent of Absinthe.]

Unfortunately, I have quite a big head.

Then I would recommend some guard rails in it.

[He sighs.]

Or perhaps you simply need someone to, ah, what's the term.... bully.

[Yes he does. THE SMUGGEST LOOK.]

Your volunteering is greatly appreciated.

I suppose if someone has to suffer it, I will bear the burden.

Turn around, would you?

And subject myself to your nefarious schemes, you mean?

[He laughs, though, and does turn around - though it would be a lie to say he doesn't feel a tinge of worry. But distrusting others out of fear is something he's trying to combat in himself before it sets in.]

[He pats his shoulder before beginning to braid his hair.]

There are sandwiches in the basket if you find you hands are too idle.

[Cute! He smiles, shoulders lowering a little as he makes himself relax.]

What if I eat all of them before you get the chance to even try them?

Starve, I suppose. Though somehow I feel as if I've invited you trying to shove them all in your mouth at once.

[......... oh the temptation is so STRONG]

It does work for an experiment Live. How many sandwiches can I fit in my mouth at once?

You would want to broadcast it.

Well, go on. If it brings you joy, why not?

Mm... Perhaps I will keep it private, just this one time. You can be the only spectator!

[but also i can absolutely make it a main-comm live if we want that.]

Well, I would be rather disappointed if others did find out about this place. I do enjoy coming here to think.

But I could send you the 300 points to make it feel like a live.

[As he finished braiding his hair he ties it with a blue ribbon. Seems like he just has that on him for a reason.]

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