D —> Freedom
D —> We are not ruled by some
D —> Unnamed cosmic force
D —> We have the right to make choices
D —> To create meaning for ourselves
D —> What we do should not be dictated by the circumstances of our past
D —> We should not live in
D —> Fear
D —> Or resignation
D —> Because we have been touched by something unknowable
D —> And do not cite doomed timelines or failed sessions to dissuade me
D —> For every e%ample there is of sealed fate I can find another to counter it
D —> And this comes only from individuals I have spoken to
D —> Imagine the e%tent of e%periences we have not seen
…I’ll have to think on it.
D —> I cannot give you these answers
D —> No one can
D —> We were selected at random by something unjust
D —> We are not certain
D —> But we have won before
D —> We will win again, if it comes to that
I don’t doubt that we can.
But my body is stronger than my mind. I don’t know how many more times I can do it. What’s the point?
D —> The servant of a glitch
D —> Attacking a group of friends, arranged as a conglomerate of multiple timelines and ended sessions
D —> For reasons entirely personal
D —> The conc100sion you are seeking
D —> I have been there
D —> It is agony, Rose
D —> The very definition of the word
D —> I know tragedy as well as you do
D —> But we do not have to
D —> Destroy ourselves
D —> Because of it
So that’s it, then? The world spits us out, there is no cosmic purpose, and we soldier on for the sake of existing?
What an end. No moral. No finality to it, either; it hardly even deserves the name of end if to end means to allow ourselves however many eons it takes until the universe simply peters out, leading empty, shelled-out lives.
It’s a hollow victory. How do we know he won’t come back? He’s already done it once—how many more would he kill this time? How many times would he need to march back into our lives before we’re all obliterated?
I bought myself a bottle of vodka for my birthday, threw it on the ground, and lit it on fire. It made for an excellent ersatz candle.
Couldn’t blow it out, though.
D —> You have no role
D —> The game is over
D —> Done
D —> The role you have is the one you choose
D —> And if this is what you have chosen
D —> Then I will not stand for it
Is the game ever over? Ask yourself—what is it that really killed Jade? Killed Dirk and Roxy? Killed countless others, to say nothing of the doomed iterations of our closest friends?
Nearly killed Kanaya?
I haven’t chosen. Not yet. I just don’t see any other way out, not when those around me cease to bring me solace, and when time and space themselves conspire to keep them away all other times.
orphiste started following you
And what has you come a-calling to my humble doorstep?
I figured it out instantly.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Rose. You may call me Doctor Scratch.
You’d think we’d be beyond introductions at this point in the game.
So let’s cut to the chase. Magic is real, your warnings were à propos, and divinity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. How long before your circumlocution leads you to utter a formal, obtuse, unfailingly polite rendition of “I told you so”?