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7TH ☄ s h o o t i n g s t a r ☄ v o i c e

My fellow Lucetizens! [She still thinks it's funny okay.] I'm sure it's been on everyone's minds since that last announcement, but just what kind of weaknesses do you think we're going to have to face? I mean, most of us have experience with some pretty terrible shifts back in that bad-end timeline, so I think we know what kind of things can be thrown at us. But how many people here can say they really understand their own weaknesses?

So I got to thinking! We all have a responsibility here to help those who want to go back home, right? So we should take this chance to work together and figure out our weaknesses together! I mean, I don't think it's very reasonable to expect all of us to just overcome our problems by ourselves in a few weeks. That's crazy, right? But if we all know what everyone else might expect, then we can work together to help support each other!

Like, say some guy is like super tormented by an evil slime monster in his past that killed his beloved pet hamster, Toodles. But on the other hand, we've got a guy who's a world-renown slime monster slayer! If those two worked together, then maybe Mr. Slimophobia can get some support in overcoming his fear of slime monsters! Or, you know, he'll at least know to stick by Mr. Slime-killer when the time comes so he'll have someone to help bail him out of trouble. [Flawless logic.]

So! Here's what we should do. We'll get everyone together and just... talk things out! Just drop your name here, and everyone who knows you will chime in with what they think your biggest weakness is! Then, other people can see that and offer help or support. Of course, I know a lot of people might not want to risk hurting their friends feelings by listing off their faults, so just go ahead and cover up the camera if you wanna stay anonymous.

[There's no way this can end badly, nope.]

And don't be scared to put yourself out there! Don't forget, this is for everyone's benefit, so it's totally a judgement-free zone!

If you don't put your name down, then... well, I guess that's probably your big weakness then, huh.

((ooc: It's an IC honesty meme, guys!! Feel free to threadjack to your heart's content. For any anonymous comments, you can put ANONYMOUS in the subject so people still know OOCly which character is saying what. If your character wouldn't post to this themselves but you still want to participate, you can handwave/ask another player for someone else to post their name for them.))

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[Asch scoffs audibly, arms crossing over his chest.]

Yes, because life's been so kind to me so far.

[He knows that will only set Guy off, though - he'd been passionate about Asch's cynicism about life in the past, anyway - so he doesn't leave it at that.]

It's not like- I'm not looking for ways to die. This isn't just about me.

Make it about you! [Guy shoves himself up, rubbing his mouth and giving Asch his back, a hand on his hip.] The two of you definitely have that in common.

[The anger isn't surprising, though the words make him scowl. So the replica's thinking about the same thing.]

And what about Auldrant? Wasn't your entire journey all about saving the world? What's the point if we don't go back?

I'm not like the two of you. I can't look at these grand problems and see grand solutions on a worldwide scale. I helped you save the world because of the handful of people I care about who live in it. [There's some more stuff in there, a general desire to do good, principles and the like, but they're not relevant. Not right now, anyway.] Your part is done; why can't you just stay? [Not mentioning Luke. Not going to talk about how if he doesn't go back, the world is pretty much doomed.

He'll...figure that out later.]

[Asch doesn't answer right away. What Guy is saying is true; his part is done, much as it stings sometimes to think of it. He may not have stopped Van, but he sent Luke on his way to doing that. His death gave Luke the power of second-order hyperresonance, which saved them from Sync's trap and freed Lorelei from Van. He wasn't a hero - never was - and he died alone and generally unwanted in a place that wasn't even supposed to exist, but he'd done something. He'd accomplished enough of his goals to feel satisfied. He'd made a difference, like he'd promised with Natalia. They hadn't just changed Kimlasca... they'd been changing the world. Even if it hadn't been the way they'd planned.

I broke a lot of promises that day.

It's part of what's bothered him about this place- what's always bothered him about it, but especially the last few years, since he was sent back to Auldrant to be greeted with a lungful of blood and the sweet release of nothing. Only to wake once again here, like it had been nothing more than a bad dream. And to die, and die, and die...]

...You've never died. It's not something you can understand.

[Guy clenches his fists.

...but relaxes, turns to look at Asch over his shoulder before sighing.]

No. I guess I wouldn't.

[He wants to. And it's something about Asch that frustrates him so profoundly. He understands everything about Luke, every single thing; not even entirely on a conscious level, but Asch-

Every time he thinks he's got Asch nailed down, he's surprised. It's probably the reason behind some of his...tantrums.]

But I don't have to understand to tell you how I feel about this. And...now you know.

[Now he knows. At least, he'd like to believe it. There's still that... conflict. The one he can't quite shake. It's the memories of the Guy he remembers from here - caring for him, fighting for him sometimes, even, behaving as if he gives a damn or two - warring with the memories of that contempt, distrust, rage. Guy is capable of so much love and so much hate, and he's so very good at lying...]

...is it real?

[His voice is quiet, and he can't bring himself to look at Guy. He hates this... doubt, the sliver of disbelief that's been digging and digging deeper ever since they both returned here, because if there's one person he always wanted to rely on (who wasn't Van, because Van was untouchable in that regard), it was Guy. But his belief's been shaken to the very core, and he doesn't know how to undo it, let alone explain the problem.]

Is that the truth? Or is it just what you think I need to hear to stop me from doing this?

[Maybe it's for Luke. Back then- when he'd died- Guy had visited him for Luke's sake, hadn't he? To get answers, sure, but Luke had to have played a part in it. Guy had tolerated his presence for Luke, he'd followed Asch's directions because Luke did, there'd always been a different - better - reason to endure Asch himself.

It made sense, didn't it? There had to be another reason.]

[Guy almost makes the mistake of swearing on his name.

He stops himself; not because he thinks Asch would take it personally, but because he's been reflecting a lot on his name and what it means to him. His name and his House ties him to Malkuth, to the crown and to Peony; he takes pride in his name and what it means to him personally, but beyond that? ...he doesn't even know anymore. Pere can tell him about the culture of Hod and about House Gardios until he's blue in the face, but the fact remains that if Guy does go back home, House Gardios will be whatever he makes of it. He could sell off all his assets and donate the gald to charity, live the rest of his life studying fontech in Sheridan and be just as happy.

And he can't swear on Luke. Luke is what means the most to him in this and any other world, but Luke is too close to a painful spot for Asch, no matter how much they've reconciled. Asch might understand the gravity of what Guy's saying, but it'll ring hollow because in the same breath will be that reminder of but you love Luke more, and you loved him first. And it would be true.

So Guy takes a moment to think, to really think about it, and he can come up with only one name he could swear on that'll really, truly say everything to Asch that he wants to say.]

I swear on my sister's name.

[Because every thing that comes out of Guy's mouth could be a lie, but he'd never dishonor her like that. And he knows how she'd feel about it; if using her name could save someone else, she'd want him to do it. She was like that.

Too sacrificial for her own good.]

On Mary. I swear on Mary's name that it's the truth.

[Asch goes still at that, surprised- both by the words and the meaning behind them. Guy doesn't bring Mary up often and never lightly; she means too much to him to be cast aside for a convincing lie. Honestly, it's one of the few ways Guy could have answered that actually makes his response believable.]

...Okay.

[He exhales, setting free a shaky breath he'd been holding out out of nervousness, paranoia, and preemptive grief for the answer he'd been expecting, and straightens up. It's not like he's agreeing to any sort of terms - to stay here, to help Guy convince Luke of anything, to live - but it's... helped. It's cleared up a few things and given him reason to reconsider. Because if Guy gives enough of a damn to wager on Mary's name then he's not doing this for Luke.]

It's not that I want to go back, Guy. Or that I want to die. Or even whether or not I want to stay here. It's that I want to stop dying over and over. Either it's some stupid fight I wanted no part of, or the world getting destroyed, or my own damn body falling apart- it's going to keep happening. And I'll lose more of myself, because the ones who can fix that are leaving.

[His fists clench, trying to rein in the anger. He's not mad at Guy, not really- but he's never been good at explaining himself, his feelings or motivations or what he's thinking, and how can he do any better now while trying to describe something Guy doesn't even understand?]

I won't go out like that- dying and coming back with less of myself until there's nothing... I won't become some empty shell. I've lost who I was once already. Never again.

[When Van took him away from Kimlasca as a child, he'd been forced to remake himself into someone else to survive, and it had been agony every step of the way. The thought of trying to patch his life back together when the pieces keep getting yanked away from him, impossible to retrieve... it's unthinkable.]

[The worst part is that Guy doesn't have a good answer for any of that. If John is leaving, there won't be anybody else to fix the problem. If it keeps happening, that's it.

Doesn't stop him from trying, though.]

I don't have anything to tell you that'll make that possibility go away Asch. All I can tell you is that I think it's worth trying. Maybe whatever they need us to do, maybe while we're there we can fix it. Maybe we can figure out how to cheat it. You could have decades ahead of you, where you could live without the pressure of the Score or hyperresonance or Van or any of it if you'd just try.

I could have decades, sure. Or months. Or days.

[He hasn't forgotten Dist's estimate- a handful of years, and that was years ago. It wasn't even a guarantee. Time away from Luke had helped, since fonons that have nowhere to go tend to cluster, and going back to Auldrant had more or less reset the timeline of it all, but he could still feel it. Hard to imagine a future when your body's determined to fall apart.

A future has never been something guaranteed to him- just promised to him by men he no longer trusted.]

I've already spent years here- six years, going by this world's calendar. I'm a dead man walking. I surpassed the Score's prediction, my own death, my coming of age. I'm not looking for death, but living here hasn't exactly given me much to fight for, either. What do you expect of me, Guy? Am I supposed to be happy in this place? Because I haven't had much reason to be so far.

Whatever's going to happen next could change all that. If it doesn't work, we're all going to die anyway, right? This world could collapse? Then there's no harm in trying.

Asch- [Guy starts to reach for Asch's hand before stopping himself, hand twitching before falling back to his side.] Just think about it. Please.

[Asch doesn't miss that.

Doesn't acknowledge it, either. He purses his lips tightly, gaze dropping to the ground between his feet.]

...Fine.

[It's a relatively small concession, anyway. No promises, no guarantees. Just a thought. A maybe.

Maybe his luck will turn around in time to get another chance at life, for good or ill.]

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