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[wegotlucky]

What do you do when you wake up to realize that you're once again entirely alone?

A promise of change that never happens. In this place, of all places, I was almost happy again. I could have been happy again.

But then I woke up. And I was once again completely alone.

How do you go on from that? Is it even possible?

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[wegotlucky]

I spent a month in a dead world.

There's not much space for hope here.

[bashfulshifter]

...I'm so sorry you were put through that. I can't imagine how immensely painful that must have been for you. But...that's what I was saying earlier--we're here to bring our worlds back. There's hope in this, at least. We can make it better. We have to.

[wegotlucky]

Where I'm from there are many worlds, all connected to each other. I've only seen a handful of them.

Fixing the lands where I'm from... I don't think it's possible.

[bashfulshifter]

...Can you be sure, though? I mean...unless that's something people do routinely where you're from...knowing how to fix an entire universe seems like something beyond what any one person would have knowledge about. If that makes any sense.

That's why we all have to keep working together to fix them; if we combine what we know from each of our worlds, I'm sure there's a lot of unbelievable things we're capable of.

[wegotlucky]

Sorry.

I'm not going to be helping.

[bashfulshifter]

Why not?

[wegotlucky]

Cause I said so.

[bashfulshifter]

...For a life-or-death situation, I can't help but feel like you're not taking this very seriously. You do want to save them, don't you?

[wegotlucky]

There's no point.

[bashfulshifter]

...I'm afraid I don't understand. Is there more point in doing...nothing?

[wegotlucky]

[There's a long delay in this next response.]

Guess you're not the type to take no for an answer.

[bashfulshifter]

I don't mean to sound stubborn. I just don't like the idea of not being able to help. It gives me purpose.

[wegotlucky]

I'm sorry, but I just don't feel the same way anymore.

[bashfulshifter]

...You said that you could have been happy here. Was it because of the people you met?

[wegotlucky]

He's no longer here.

[bashfulshifter]

Then fight for him. If you can't bring yourself to fight for your own world, at least fight for his.

[wegotlucky]

We share the same world.

[Well, technically not, but he isn't in the mood for that detail.]

[bashfulshifter]

Sorry, I misunderstood.

...But in that case, why wouldn't you try to save your world?

[wegotlucky]

I don't have to answer that.

[bashfulshifter]

Not even for your friend?

[wegotlucky]

My father, not my friend.

[bashfulshifter]

Your father, then.

[wegotlucky]

I don't owe that man anything.

[bashfulshifter]

You don't have to owe him anything--I'm under the impression that you care about him. Have I misunderstood again?

[wegotlucky]

It's complicated. Let's leave it at that.