Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[goteachother]

Ain' that the whole point? There's always somethin PAL could do to make us turn on each other.

You think if you could save all your friends, give them the world you want for 'em..?

You wouldn'- [kill her or any one of them?]

[myocordial]

...It sounds tempting, doesn't it? A way for me to reach my goal. It would be an understandable offer to make, to tempt me into doing something like that.

But no. [His voice is firm, not a hint of doubt to be found.] I have no interest in something like that.

I don't need anyone to hand me my goal. I intend to reach it myself. To fight for it. I wouldn't do something so dishonorable as kill someone not capable of fighting me, just to make things easier. I don't want a victory like that. It would be meaningless.

[goteachother]

's an empty victory if it's just handed to ya.

[But the alternative is that he and his friends, his people hurting others, getting hurt.

Was it really that different from the things so many other people had gone through over the centuries. Was it really that different from the American Civil War? They had to do this to establish their own personhood, to give themselves meaning. She could understand that... it was a little extreme, insisting they should rule the world, worrisome, certainly. But there was more behind it than just spite and hate and all the things that made her terrified of Ardyn right now.]

Heart? Just... be careful. It'd be awful easy to end up doin something you'd regret, thinkin like that.

[myocordial]

...I have my principles. I don't intend to stray from those.

[Maybe not everyone here believes in his sense of honor, but that doesn't matter to him. It's what he has. And he's not letting go of it.]

Everything I do, I do with complete faith in my actions. So you needn't be concerned. I won't do anything I would regret, I can promise you that.

You're free to hold me to that, if you wish.

[goteachother]

I will. It must be nice, being so sure of yourself.

[But she looks sad even as she says it.]

But having no doubt in yourself, ever? Seems like it'd make it awful hard to grow, learn from your mistakes and all... if you can't accept that maybe you're capable of makin' em.

[It's soft, cautious. She doesn't want to make him upset and she doesn't want to push him away. She suspects there's a lot more room for uncertainty there than he's willing to admit. If only she can help him learn that it's not bad or weak to feel that way. It's normal... human even. And there's a lot more human in there than he's willing to admit too.]