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w1, monday

[papasha]

[Hello, exceedingly tall asshole man-god in space.

Blanca has found he quite enjoys the space area, if only because he is human and has never thought of speeding out of the atmosphere of Earth.]

Things do seem rather insignificant when you are up here.

[arkitect]

It is somewhat easier for most to gain perspective, this way.

[Something about seeing a world as less than all-encompassing is a lot, for those who haven't had that sort of view.]

[papasha]

I can't disagree.

[His problems feel insignificant now, but then it just... again... reminds him of how big the universe is outside of his little bubble.]

It's a bit terrifying. At least, for me. A little humbling. [A pause.] How are you holding up?

[arkitect]

The view is not entirely unfamiliar-- unless you mean to ask more generally?

[a slight tilt of his head, as he glances over.]

[papasha]

[The corner of his lips curls up, amused.]

Either. You're familiar with things like these?

[arkitect]

I do not often have cause to see worlds from this angle, but I am familiar enough, yes.

[a moment of consideration, and:]

I do prefer them this way.

[papasha]

I see.

[He regards Emet a moment, and then looks back out at the stars.]

How come?

[arkitect]

From this distance, the individual is indistinguishable. Only the grandest marks of civilization can be seen, and those which shine their lights into the dark all look very much like one another.

There is only the world, altogether. On this scale there is no room for the petty and personal, for the war or conflict that ever plague them.

[it looks peaceful.]

[papasha]

[Grandpa, do you need a hard drink. This is so heavy.]

I see. You aren't wrong. You prefer a world like that then? [Asking in a way that he wants to be sure this is correct.] One free of all of those things?

Have you been in many wars?

w2, saturday

[arkitect]

[well, either he was on his way somewhere or he just happened to be coming to do some bridge brooding of his own-- but when he comes across blanca there, he pauses, leaning against the railing.]

Well, somehow that one worked out. But I wonder if it truly feels like a victory, to most.

[papasha]

[He has the strange decency to sort of stand up straighter when Emet comes onto the bridge nearby, almost like a greeting. And then, after a moment, he returns to leaning on the railing, too.]

I think most will celebrate the victory of finding someone guilty, but I'm not sure if I can... knowing it's a kid, and knowing... why this place is making us do it.

[arkitect]

These were a farce from the beginning-- innocent or not, it does not truly matter. One of us dies either way. Some will say it is better to kill someone who is 'guilty', regardless of why they have done these things, but in the end it is no different.

[he folds his arms on the railing, there, settling in.]

[papasha]

[He glances around his arm at Emet, and then looks out over the water again.]

It isn't something I enjoy, but if it gives us any information on how to put an end to all of this, then... I'll deal with it.

[arkitect]

Death begets death, and yet more of the same may be the only thing to bring this entire incident to its close.

[a little shake of his head. people die, and people find ways to kill each other. it's the way of things. but it just has to be everyone else's problem now, doesn't it.]

I do feel much the same way. Pointless as it is to deal with these trials most of the time, what small purpose they do serve can be worthwhile... though I would much prefer if we could dispense with the hours of going back and forth.

[papasha]

It'd be a lot simpler if that were the case. But I don't think it's something we can manage. Not with all of us.

[There is a small sigh. Whatever he's feeling, aside from just general tiredness, general disappointment, he's got a strangely regulated wrap on it.]

I'm not sure if anyone has, but thank you for your help today.

[arkitect]

[he just waves a hand at that, lazily, dismissive, and keeps a safe emotional distance.]

It needed to be done, and I would not have myself put at risk for failing to assist. I suppose those efforts did narrow it down somewhat in the end, however, for as much as we missed.

[a light huff, there. the whole list of things shima doxxed...]

Not that there is anything we could have done about the firearm he claimed he disposed of, I suppose, or about whatever became of the knife he brought up. Mayhap it was better not to have that.

[the goose chase of a decoy knife would Not help.]

[papasha]

Even so, it's good to be thanked for your assistance.

[He seems... a bit amused about Emet's logical dismissal rather than a completely humble one.]

The knife would have probably caused some problems for us, yes. A silent benefactor, however it disappeared.

w3, sat post trial

[papasha]

[HELLO. Blanca is here to see Emet in private, of course. He looks very grim, but the rather soldier-like expression melts into something angrily sympathetic.]

I will spare you. [The apologies.] I'm not sure if you know this, as I don't know myself. I did not think about it until tonight in order to ask, but...

Do you know if, when you're gone, that is the end of the role you have been given?

[arkitect]

Truthfully, I had not thought to ask, either. I made other arrangements in the case of my death, but... had not considered that.

[which he sounds annoyed about.]

It truly is an setback, in either case. I've been the one attempting to gather my team, as well, though I believe it is still safest to refrain from saying which.

[papasha]

I understand.

[This makes him frown more.]

That's okay... I will ask, if they will even tell me. If not... I will... still continue to see if what you were able to do has been given to another.

I apologize--I can't on behalf of the others; it's isn't my place. But I do apologize for my own lacking when it came to finding who killed Yoshizawa.

[arkitect]

We were all lacking, I am sure, else we would have been successful.

[he looks frustrated at the thought, but- well, nothing to be done about it now, is there?]

My apologies for departing so soon, as well. I had hoped we might be able to coordinate in the coming weeks, but if I do have a replacement, I will wish you luck in finding them.

[papasha]

[He looks... frustrated, and then momentarily, a little hopeless.]

I'm not sure if you know this already, but I have heard it is possible for the dead to be revived. I realize that is probably little comfort to go along with the dead being able to communicate with us.

In any regard, I don't believe this is the end of you, or your help to us, Emet-Selch.

[arkitect]

Of course it won't be. Do you think me so easy to be rid of? I am sure Leveilleur wishes it were so, but I do have a particularly resilient soul.

[he shrugs, at that.]

Death has never been the end for me.

[papasha]

[For a brief second, there is a wry twitch to his lips.]

I'll keep an eye on Archer and Hansa. I wish there had been a way to have known what happened with you sooner. I... could have helped keep us on the other path perhaps.

[arkitect]

It may have helped, but... I followed Archer's wishes, to an extent. Neither of us wished me to be someone to fall back upon.