It's a mental one. But I understand what you're trying to do here. I never had a problem with the emotions, but the commune became collateral because of them. Because of others.
There has to be a way. [The emotions are stubbornly resistant, but, like, in a kinder way than the neutrality of him outside of this place. Great intentions! Terrible execution.] There is always a way.
You know the sensation of crunching up aluminum foil? That's what happens to the emotions bleeding out of him. A big ol' uncomfortable crunchy of understanding and recollection of hurt.]
[ because everything in life is school, actually. ]
You have to graduate someday. To make room for your underclassmen to make the school their own. If you enrolled in a school that no one had ever graduated from, what could you hope to accomplish? To change? How would you ever find your place there?
And for those graduated, how would they find their place in the wider world?
[Damn, everyone here is school adjacent, and he is now old and not a schoolboy. His emotions dip again, not anger or resentment, but confliction maybe.]
I understand what you're saying. The change isn't the problem. Progress, evolution - it's needed. The problem is... choice. The conflicting parameters of the humanity to which everyone clings.
It is here, too. We see it every time we watch the others. Their love, their hate, their greed, their wrath, their joy. They love and help others only to turn around and hurt them or themselves. Is this not an entire movement by God based on a judgment of choice?
When do we evolve beyond those sorts of limitations and become something perfected? Wouldn't a god understand that?
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Honest? It must be because we're in this place.
[IT IS BUT NOT THE REASON HE THINKS.]
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Are you more comfortable here than elsewhere?
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A little, yes.
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Why do you suppose that is?
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His brows furrow. He lifts his head to glance out at the expanse. Why...?]
It's where I can do the most important work.
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[ she's not sure what else you would do in a skybox space that seems to just show people in a... vulnerable state. ]
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[Sorry that you are in the husk of a hivemind, Lailah.]
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And is that not a matter of an emotional connection?
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It's a mental one. But I understand what you're trying to do here. I never had a problem with the emotions, but the commune became collateral because of them. Because of others.
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It has to be. Should be.
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Individuality is the important part. There's meaning in taking the risk to trust others because it's a risk.
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You think this despite how often people hurt others? The risk of being... harmed, killed, hurt is... worth it?
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[ in her deranged world there is gun violence every 5 seconds. ]
But to open your heart knowing you might get hurt means all the more because the risk is there. It's a leap of faith.
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I do not want pain and suffering to happen to anyone.
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That's kind of you. Neither do I.
And we can work to reduce it as much as possible. To provide people with better outlets, better opportunities, better resources.
But you can't eliminate pain.
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There has to be a way. [The emotions are stubbornly resistant, but, like, in a kinder way than the neutrality of him outside of this place. Great intentions! Terrible execution.] There is always a way.
I just have to find it.
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... Have you ever mourned for someone that you lost?
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You know the sensation of crunching up aluminum foil? That's what happens to the emotions bleeding out of him. A big ol' uncomfortable crunchy of understanding and recollection of hurt.]
...Yes.
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I don't think it's good to enjoy anyone's suffering. But I imagine that if I wasn't mourned, I would be a little bit hurt by that.
It would be reassuring to know I was missed.
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[(unsure)]
But what if you wouldn't need to worry about mourning at all? About being missed. People wouldn't die. Those feelings would become obsolete.
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[ the afterlife doesn't count. she's just a hypocrite about this. ]
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[He doesn't sound or feel judgmental, or offended, but curious.]
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[ because everything in life is school, actually. ]
You have to graduate someday. To make room for your underclassmen to make the school their own. If you enrolled in a school that no one had ever graduated from, what could you hope to accomplish? To change? How would you ever find your place there?
And for those graduated, how would they find their place in the wider world?
[ the metaphorical afterlife, perhaps! ]
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I understand what you're saying. The change isn't the problem. Progress, evolution - it's needed. The problem is... choice. The conflicting parameters of the humanity to which everyone clings.
It is here, too. We see it every time we watch the others. Their love, their hate, their greed, their wrath, their joy. They love and help others only to turn around and hurt them or themselves. Is this not an entire movement by God based on a judgment of choice?
When do we evolve beyond those sorts of limitations and become something perfected? Wouldn't a god understand that?
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