[Not here, probably. Maybe dead anyway, but maybe not stuck here. Of course, it's not the worst thing. He might not be the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, but he has the will to try and help and so do a lot of people here. However the portal selects its victims, it got a batch this time that he's at least a little bit optimistic about. The chances of sparing the rest of the universe from the world eaters aren't completely zero.
And the past is what made him who he is today. Jagged around the edges, a little anxious, a little too willing to sit back and observe and let others talk over him sometimes. Able to pull the trigger and sacrifice a few to save the rest. He's not the ideal human being, he never will be, but he doesn't hate everything about himself. He respects his parents and their struggles too much to completely hate everything he turned out to be.]
That's true. It shapes who we are and who we'll become in the future. And how we take our deaths and our current predicament.
[He'd have some more wise words about that if he wasn't drunk enough to be verging into the sleepy phase where everything is a little fuzzy around the edges. ]
I thought maybe the way we died was the catalyst for coming here, but maybe it's something in our past, some shared experience we don't realize we have. Unless it truly is random, but it would be easier to ensure we work together towards a solution if we all have similar backgrounds.
We don't though do we?
Nevermind. I don't know what I'm saying anymore, thinking in circles.
[That had seemed right in his mind until he said it out loud and then it seemed stupid and you know what he's done trying to be logical right now.]
It's fine. It's a mystery we might not solve, but we'll do what we can now that we're here.
[Sounds like it's time for them both to cut themselves off. There's still more than he'd like in his glass, but he downs it and grimaces at the sting.]
Just keep moving forward. All we can do.
[Advice he's very bad at taking for himself, but isn't that how it always is?]
If we keep saying that to each other, maybe we'll each believe it.
[He sets his empty glass in the middle of the table, staring at it intently before standing up. It's taking all his focus to not wobble, his typical ramrod straight posture slightly off and hunched. Even he can't be properly posed all the time.
But he definitely needs to go sleep this off, and there are many stairs between him and there.]
[He watches Kuai get up, nodding as if agreeing that's the right thing to do, then rolls his head to where he can face the spirits lazing around on top of the bar. Nah... can't be bothered to ask them for water. He'll let Kuai go, then will head up to his own room. Before Kuai can really leave, though, he adds,]
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[He'd seen Rosinante's death, he could make some guesses about what he's thinking about that he could have done differently. ]
There's no way to escape is there? The past seems to always be haunting us.
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[Not here, probably. Maybe dead anyway, but maybe not stuck here. Of course, it's not the worst thing. He might not be the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, but he has the will to try and help and so do a lot of people here. However the portal selects its victims, it got a batch this time that he's at least a little bit optimistic about. The chances of sparing the rest of the universe from the world eaters aren't completely zero.
And the past is what made him who he is today. Jagged around the edges, a little anxious, a little too willing to sit back and observe and let others talk over him sometimes. Able to pull the trigger and sacrifice a few to save the rest. He's not the ideal human being, he never will be, but he doesn't hate everything about himself. He respects his parents and their struggles too much to completely hate everything he turned out to be.]
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[He'd have some more wise words about that if he wasn't drunk enough to be verging into the sleepy phase where everything is a little fuzzy around the edges. ]
I thought maybe the way we died was the catalyst for coming here, but maybe it's something in our past, some shared experience we don't realize we have. Unless it truly is random, but it would be easier to ensure we work together towards a solution if we all have similar backgrounds.
We don't though do we?
Nevermind. I don't know what I'm saying anymore, thinking in circles.
[That had seemed right in his mind until he said it out loud and then it seemed stupid and you know what he's done trying to be logical right now.]
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[Sounds like it's time for them both to cut themselves off. There's still more than he'd like in his glass, but he downs it and grimaces at the sting.]
Just keep moving forward. All we can do.
[Advice he's very bad at taking for himself, but isn't that how it always is?]
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[He sets his empty glass in the middle of the table, staring at it intently before standing up. It's taking all his focus to not wobble, his typical ramrod straight posture slightly off and hunched. Even he can't be properly posed all the time.
But he definitely needs to go sleep this off, and there are many stairs between him and there.]
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[He watches Kuai get up, nodding as if agreeing that's the right thing to do, then rolls his head to where he can face the spirits lazing around on top of the bar. Nah... can't be bothered to ask them for water. He'll let Kuai go, then will head up to his own room. Before Kuai can really leave, though, he adds,]
Good luck.