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[anonymia]

[You have died. The circumstances in your own world somehow worked out that you've died and now your soul has been cast adrift to go to whatever destination it may. There's a sort of nothingness all around, and you yourself are also a nothingness. It's hard to tell how long you've been in this state and all that you know for certain is that you're dead...

Then, slowly, there is a pulling, something drawing you away from where you were, pulling and pulling, as if you've been caught in some invisible net.]

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[anonymia]

[Now you are being sought... That which pulls you means to take you to a world where you can live again.

It plucks gently on the force that has him caught.]

[ephedra]

Is that so?

[first thought: without his purpose, what's the point?

second: what's the point of drifting instead?]

What for?

[anonymia]

[Some told me they were supposed to save the world... To fix what is broken... Some think it is a second chance. I.. don't know. There are many many "what-fors"]

[ephedra]

[considers this for a moment



if a "shrug" can be voiced, it is]

Good enough for me. Hanging around dead is useless.

[anonymia]

[Seems to wonder at his seeming nonchalance.

It is a world not your own. You are sure? If there is a "somewhere else" you were supposed to go once dead, you may not go there, even eventually, if you are not freed...]

[ephedra]

There's nowhere I was expecting. If I failed at what I wanted to do already, there's nothing left for me anywhere else.

[anonymia]

[It considers this, curious and a bit bemused, as if the direct logic of that statement is odd after it had gotten used to a different sort of response. After a moment the presence assents and the prince will start to feel that pull again as the something with him stops holding them in place.]

[ephedra]

[That's just fine with him.

If he couldn't protect what he needed to protect, he'll go see what else there is to do in other places.]