shouxue my beloved

[egodist]

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[ravenry]

For whatever you've done in life, I do not.

[ so maybe he deserves to have his life ended after murdering someone who's been close to him for so long. maybe that's right for him. she isn't here to judge that. she could hate him for any atrocities he's done, but she isn't focused on that right now. ]

But for what may happen in death? I know more than most, but that may be where our worlds diverge.

[egodist]

It may be. Regardless, I'm not worried about whatever awaits me after this.

If someone takes the risks I do without anticipating eternal damnation or death, then they shouldn't have embarked on the journey for knowledge to begin with.

[sometimes you just need to choose to be the devil for your greater goals]

[ravenry]

Suffering is for the living.

[ if he wants to receive what he deserves, living is more suitable. ]

If that is where you stand, that is all I need.

[ she just thinks he'd be the biggest annoyance if he became a ghost instead of reaching the afterlife. ]

[egodist]

[he would be yea!!!]

Then take what information you've gleaned back and share with the others. I only expect it to get worse from here.

[ravenry]

I doubt it will get better as well.

[ the pessimism is real. ]

I don't hide what doesn't need to be hidden.

[egodist]

I'm relying on that, though I believe even my own logic ought to be taken with a grain of salt here.

[ravenry]

[ that gets a small blip of surprise. ]

... I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised, considered what has happened. You must be affected to say such a thing.

[egodist]

I know my mind well, having been left with it for so long.

[and that lost feeling comes back, as if set adrift]

I can recognize its anomalies and lapses better than almost anyone else.

[the other who could understand is dead now]

[ravenry]

[ she won't respond verbally to his thought, but her emotions do. there is faint kind of sad understanding. ]

It's not unnerving that you can no longer trust yourself as much?

[egodist]

Of course it is.

To me, that means I am no longer Scien Brofiise.