Life is a constant struggle, crawling through the dirt and blood on one's hands and knees, marching onward to a light that shines in the distance. Sometimes that light begins to dim, and sometimes it's all one can hope to see it appear to them at all.]
< No, there aren't any guarantees. But why do you think I'd want nothingness over that battle? >
[A flurry of ticks approximate a sigh as their shoulders drop. Their fingers curl tighter around the fabric of their shirt. Questions desperate for answers ("Why take from me?" "Don't you already know how little I have?") buzz about in their head but remain where they are.
Now's not the time to ask.]
< ...I want to understand. What is it that you're looking for, Altius? >
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Life is a constant struggle, crawling through the dirt and blood on one's hands and knees, marching onward to a light that shines in the distance. Sometimes that light begins to dim, and sometimes it's all one can hope to see it appear to them at all.]
< No, there aren't any guarantees. But why do you think I'd want nothingness over that battle? >
[A flurry of ticks approximate a sigh as their shoulders drop. Their fingers curl tighter around the fabric of their shirt. Questions desperate for answers ("Why take from me?" "Don't you already know how little I have?") buzz about in their head but remain where they are.
Now's not the time to ask.]
< ...I want to understand. What is it that you're looking for, Altius? >