Audience: Hikage

[gatonina]

Comments

[gatonina]

Uh, we already covered that. Blood was spilled, remember? Everything's fucked now.

[psychedelica]

That doesn't explain anything, and you know it. Give me more details.

[gatonina]

None of the details I would give you are new information, Hikage... It's exactly as I said. Blood was spilled, and now the competition involves murder. That's why we told you over and over again not to kill. Remember that part?

[psychedelica]

Don't talk down to me. [ gooseknife ] Why does it have to be that way? Who decided that?

[gatonina]

If you think I'm talking down to you, I don't think this conversation is going to go well. [dryly.] It's not a who. It's, um... Well, when you all arrived here, you brought remnants of your last experiences. Like stepping on a puddle of mud and forgetting to leave your shoes outside. You obviously didn't mean to, but...

[psychedelica]

[ let him have his impotent rage, mom

but hey, that's an actual answer! kind of. he glances down at his scrunchie. ]

Then these didn't work as planned. [ he breathes out through his nose, eyes flicking up towards the mysterious figure again. ] What kind of place is this? Being affected this much by what we do and think...

[gatonina]

Um, no. They're working pretty well, actually. That's not exactly what they're for.

[they shrug.]

Our world is... special. We're the only ones who have ever lived here. We never expected guests.

[psychedelica]

Did you create this world, then? Or maybe you don't remember.

[ it took him a long time to remember. ]

[gatonina]

We're not gods.

[psychedelica]

You don't need to be gods for that. I did it, too.

[gatonina]

Right. It still doesn't change my response, though.