first puzzle | voice

[recinerate]

[beyond was dead, and now he's not.

it's a perplexing position for anyone to find themselves in, of course, but even more so when there's something fundamental about that person that's gone missing - something that should be there, but isn't. beyond has found he is missing such a thing, and has decided to take advantage of the technology of this new place in order to work out his thoughts regarding this dilemma.]

"In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity."

[his voice is quiet, raspy, almost unnaturally even in tone. he pauses, then picks up with one of many questions currently on his mind, addressing anyone within earshot.]

What shapes your sense of identity?

Comments

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Why would God like you more if you stabbed people, Tiffany?

[tucky]

He wouldn't. I was wrong.

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Why did you think God would like you more if you stabbed people? [his tone isn't exactly soft, per se, but he is genuinely curious.]

[tucky]

The first girl didn't respect Him. The second guy was a demon.

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You thought your actions were righteous.

[tucky]

Yeah, I did. Both times. The first time, when I really did kill someone, I wasn't thinking much either way.

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How is it you believe you acted cruelly, then, if you believed your actions were virtuous?

[tucky]

Well, you heard what I did. You don't think that sounds cruel?

[recinerate]

You did not act with malice. You acted based on belief.

[so ... no, not really.]

[tucky]

That don't make it right.

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Right and wrong are rarely as black and white as some would have you believe, Tiffany.

[tucky]

I know that now. But I also know what I did, I shouldn't've done.

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"Remorse is the poison of life," Tiffany.

[tucky]

[Bro, you are really showing your lack of wardenitude right now.]

I don't think that's true.

[recinerate]

[a small sigh here.]

I suppose we shall have to agree to disagree, then.