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[decohere]

Physics always wins. [sigh!]

The whole possession thing new too?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[just sorta. shrugs.

you know. the movement that definitely answers that question.]

[decohere]

[unimpressed nose wrinkle]

Some of them were a bit gross. Were they always like that?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

For the most part. [pause] Not that I was quite interested in making them any better, of course. Worse, mostly.

[decohere]

Yet in the end they still wanted to save one another. It's a bit sweet, if not for the whole stealing Fio away. [actually still pretty upset about that bit]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

It's close to impossible to lock people up together and not have them form bonds. Even the very worst give into it, eventually.

[and maybe, for once, he's including himself as people.]

[decohere]

So I hear. [idly pokes her fingers together]

But can I ask you something?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

If you'd like. I might even answer.

[decohere]

[just stares down at her fingers, pokepoking them together because the more she thinks over the question the more stupid it feels and Skulduggery was wrong she really shouldn't be the one asking this.

silent for a few moments longer, her mind blank on providing any other question to back out of this, to pivot the conversation a safer direction. but this isn't about her. it's about the ghosts. and after that massacre of a party who else is going to bother speaking on their behalf?]

Does there really have to be Nothing. At the end?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he furrows his brow.]

At the end of what?

[decohere]

Where the ghosts go. When they're... no longer people anymore.

That's how they describe it. Nothing.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... Where else are the dead of this realm meant to go? I hardly control that part.

[decohere]

I... I don't know. I... Thought because you were creator here. You could offer something more peaceful. For those that served out their use to you.

They were scared to go back. And those that returned from it...

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Everyone's scared to die. That's hardly new information. And why would I waste my time even thinking about anyone that isn't of use to me in the first place.

[decohere]

[it hits her as hard as being called useless by Clarke. it's a reminder that SHIELD was ready to do the same. use her until she became nothing. Ava shakes her head, not quite ready to give up.]

Even in death, people want to matter, and no matter how many times I'm told to just... forget, I can't. Our value is more than what use we serve, we're more than resources to exploit. We don't have to repeat the mistakes of all the worlds you pulled us from. All those worlds fail for a reason.

You were worth more, and so was I, despite what anyone tried to reduce us to. And that's why I want to help you, it's why I view you as more than the monster the rest of them see. Why I keep your secrets, and have no desire to control nor manipulate you... or threaten such. Because I care, and I worry. I know last month you felt... hopeless, and I know how consuming that self-defeat can be.

But you're not alone and things can be different, if we allow new approaches. I don't want you to give up, not on yourself or what you've created here. And even if the answer is no, if there's truly no solution... I still believe it's worth considering.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he grows silent and sullen as she speaks, focusing his attention entirely on fiddling with the cuff of his jacket. when she stops, he doesn't look up from it.]

What do you think should happen, when you die.

[decohere]

[this isn't an outright rejection, and she glances up and away again, not wanting to stare him down. not wanting to come off demanding, or that she's putting him on the spot with her request.]

I don't know, religion always promises so much and I've never believed it was meant for me. But all I want is a sense of peace? I... can't pretend to have any of the answers. Just knowing what I do. That I'm terrified of how it is now.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I don't think anything happens.

[beat]

So, nothing does.

[decohere]

But what if we think of something else to believe? Would that threaten how this reality functions? I know you said you weren't interested in the other responsibilities of being a God. But I think having a solid foundation to build upon is the first step toward it.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I can't just change what I believe. It would know better.

[he says, like that's obvious.]

[decohere]

... is it because you can't picture something better, or you don't want to? Because I think if you're at least open to the idea. Maybe you can. If it's something worth believing in.

And I believe in you.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

You shouldn't. [just as sort of. general advice.]

[decohere]

[shrugs]

What would you suggest I believe in instead? Awaiting my turn for Nothing? The impossibility of going back to a place I hated anyway? Defeating you and ending this existence? I have no interest in any of that.

Besides. I'm supporting Skulduggery in his pursuits.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... What's that supposed to mean...

[man his sleeve is just so fucking interesting it is occupying 150% of his attention--]

[decohere]

I think it means if I had a shovel, I'm supposed to bring it to talk with you. But I don't so we can just pretend I did, for the sake of his honor. [giggle]