I don't think I'll escape death here, if that's what you mean. But I also don't think that will be my end. We can both explain away so much about this place, but there's also much we can't.
I'm willing to place my faith in that unknown, as improbably as it may be. What if death simply returned us to the City? Or if this was all a distortion brought about by a Singularity? Really, a tree has so many branches.
[ If this sounds delusional, it absolutely is. But there's also perhaps, just the tiniest bit of sense in it all. This place to take them both in the first place, has many mysteries. ]
...I think you just want a way out of this, and are hanging onto misplaced hopes. The City may have its marvels. It doesn't exactly mean they're saved for the likes of you.
[He doesn't actually entirely disagree, but the last thing he wants is to reassure Sonya by any means. He wants to be as blunt as a hammer.]
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It's like I said before, Red Gaze. It all depends what happens after.
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And what do you think, exactly, will happen after? Your chance at survival seems slim, indeed.
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I'm willing to place my faith in that unknown, as improbably as it may be. What if death simply returned us to the City? Or if this was all a distortion brought about by a Singularity? Really, a tree has so many branches.
[ If this sounds delusional, it absolutely is. But there's also perhaps, just the tiniest bit of sense in it all. This place to take them both in the first place, has many mysteries. ]
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[He doesn't actually entirely disagree, but the last thing he wants is to reassure Sonya by any means. He wants to be as blunt as a hammer.]
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And you can't see what you're blind to, either.
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[Nobody can hope for better. Not when the City exists.]
I can see just find. You have your head lost in the clouds.
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[ Which will be fire. Until their graveyard reunion. ]
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[ Always with time, twisting it however he pleases, even if it's just for himself. ]
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