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[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.
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.
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.]
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.]
[He looks curious, turning his attention to Emet. The sourness Emet gave him before doesn't seem to have dampened his willingness to chat.]
You aren't missing much. They are terrible. As I'm sure you know already. Have you really seen a time and place with no... anything like that? War, disease, poverty...?
Wouldn't the people stop being... different?
You aren't missing much. They are terrible. As I'm sure you know already. Have you really seen a time and place with no... anything like that? War, disease, poverty...?
Wouldn't the people stop being... different?
So I have, yes, and it does not require a lack of differences between individuals. Each still has their own particular ideas and talents, but applies them to best support the whole-- nothing is kept to a single person alone, shared among all instead.
[there's a subtle shift in his tone, not so harsh.]
They place the good of all above all else, and in this way each is content.
[there's a subtle shift in his tone, not so harsh.]
They place the good of all above all else, and in this way each is content.
[Hm. Blanca still seems curious, but this also thins his expression slightly. In that "I'm not sure whether that is good, or not actually" way.]
I don't think those kinds of values would go over well in America. Definitely not in New York.
It sounds nice, in theory. A little like ants, or bees. But if you put the good of everyone over everything else, how will you ever value yourself?
[He doesn't sound judgmental, just conversational.]
I don't think those kinds of values would go over well in America. Definitely not in New York.
It sounds nice, in theory. A little like ants, or bees. But if you put the good of everyone over everything else, how will you ever value yourself?
[He doesn't sound judgmental, just conversational.]
They would not work with most mortals, no.
[always too concerned with individuality, with their own wants.]
All are, individually, important parts of the whole. If one is troubled, they would not ignore it nor be ignored by others-- they do not matter less, for society would cease to function if enough individuals did. Yet there is no dissatisfaction with the arrangement, for those within such a society have the foresight to see what will come of all contributing to the greater good, rather than losing sight of the eventual results of their work and becoming disillusioned.
[always too concerned with individuality, with their own wants.]
All are, individually, important parts of the whole. If one is troubled, they would not ignore it nor be ignored by others-- they do not matter less, for society would cease to function if enough individuals did. Yet there is no dissatisfaction with the arrangement, for those within such a society have the foresight to see what will come of all contributing to the greater good, rather than losing sight of the eventual results of their work and becoming disillusioned.
[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.
Well, somehow that one worked out. But I wonder if it truly feels like a victory, to most.
[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.
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.
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.]
[he folds his arms on the railing, there, settling in.]
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.
[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.
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.
[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.
[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.]
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.]
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.
[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.
Is that a hint you should like to be thanked for yours as well? Do forgive me.
[there's a little faint amusement of his own, however brief, before he shakes his head.]
Whether another killer took it or not, then, we were spared some time.
[his fingers tap idly on the railing, not in a fidgety or anxious way-- slow, not entirely rhythmic.]
Do you believe him, when he claimed he was helping?
[there's a little faint amusement of his own, however brief, before he shakes his head.]
Whether another killer took it or not, then, we were spared some time.
[his fingers tap idly on the railing, not in a fidgety or anxious way-- slow, not entirely rhythmic.]
Do you believe him, when he claimed he was helping?
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