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?

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[walkthedarkpath]

Perhaps, yes. So, what is your answer to the same?

[recinerate]

The same what? [why yes, he's being as difficult as possible.]

[walkthedarkpath]

What shapes your identity.

[ A note of annoyance in his tone.]

[recinerate]

[just as planned.]

I suppose I would say my work.

[walkthedarkpath]

And what is your work?

[recinerate]

I was a detective. [it's simultaneously close enough to the truth and the farthest thing from it.]

[walkthedarkpath]

We were on opposite sides of the law it seems, I was a mercenary.

[ He did work as one for awhile, he figured it was better than screaming out demon hunter right away.]

[recinerate]

I don't see that it necessarily matters much, given the circumstances of our current location.

[walkthedarkpath]

Not at all, it simply amuses me.

Here we are both criminals.

[recinerate]

Your assumption is erroneous. [it isn't, but beyond has given no one confirmation that he is here as an inmate, even going so far as to claim outright that he is a warden.]

[walkthedarkpath]

We'll see what you think in a month or so.

[ He smirks, then disconnects.]