Text; PSA

[provenworth]

I wanted to express my appreciation to whoever assisted me in the infirmary in realigning my arm, but given the state I was in at the time, I am unable to recall who that person was. If you are that individual, or if you know who that individual is, please let me know. I’d like to give them my thanks in person.

Comments

[neverbeamemory]

Nasty. Those things were tough.

Big damn hero, then.

[provenworth]

They were, depending on who they had last been around. I was only lucky that I have an orange collar. Apparently those with purple had it worst.

I'm far from a hero. Just a person who was doing a job that needed to be done. I have no need for accolades or praise.

[neverbeamemory]

I wonder why that was.

[Really, he knows already but-]

And what happens if the person who helped with your injuries has no need for them either? I'm sure that the worker units in the Infirmary cannot even feel appreciation.

[provenworth]

I suspect it had something to do with the color of the collar fluids.

[Not that she gave it too much thought. She was quite busy taking out some much pent up aggression.]

If that's the case, they I doubt they'll attempt to make contact. I can understand if there is somebody who helped because of a sense of obligation or just to get a body off the table to help somebody else. But if they are the type that will accept my thanks, I am willing to offer it.

[neverbeamemory]

[Touche. Elena. You almost turned it on it's head then.

Almost.]

I think you should just forget about it. You never know the next time the admins want to pull their strings with us they might put you up against that person. It would certainly suit their tastes.

It's better to remain un-attached.

[provenworth]

[She would feel proud if she had any idea.]

I beg to differ. It would fall in line with what the Admins might attempt to do, yes. But at the same time, if we allow such a division to form between us gives the Admins an unnecessary advantage.

Yes, we might be pitted against each other and the person who helped me might be my killer in the future. But if we keep in mind that we are being forced to take those actions - whether because we're put in a situation where we have to choose or we're manipulated through sight, sound, or mental influence - then such things can be trivial. Much like how death is.

There is greater strength in numbers than being alone. Even if I don't like the people I'm working with, so long as we have a common goal, I can overlook certain character flaws.

[neverbeamemory]

That person who helped you could well have been made to help you at that time, either directly or by circumstance. Only for them later to be made to kill you. Just to satisfy some Admin-level kink in how it could break both of you to their whims - it makes sense why this person remains elusive to you.

Strength in numbers there is. But, bear in mind, all unified together - we lose ourselves. We forget that which made us strong on our own.

[provenworth]

They could have. Or they could have chosen to help for whatever reason suited them best. I don't care so much the reason, it was the very fact that they did. I'm grateful for the act, not the purpose behind it. If, in the end, I'm forced to die by their blade or bullet, so be it. Death is immaterial here - an annoyance more than anything else.

Does it make sense? To be so....afraid of the person they assisted in their time of need because of what the Admin's might do. They can only break us if we let them - and by your argument, whoever assisted me is already broken and afraid. Which is rather sad. Their work is quite good.

You are entitled to your viewpoint on the matter, but I for one disagree. We aren't made weaker by numbers. We are made stronger by those we surround ourselves with that better us.

[neverbeamemory]

I guess you'll never know, unless this person comes forward.

[Broken and afraid. Impossible. Unacceptable.]

Souls surrounding souls, until we lose ourselves within the flow and are forever as one current.

[That's the only clue he's giving you and he may well have already given the game away with that statement.

There will not be a further reply.]

[provenworth]

That seems to be the case, doesn't it?

[Oh-ho~. That comment is far too revealing and, for a second, she's almost convinced that it was an accident. Except that nothing in this place truly happens by accident.]

A fear I can understand coming from you, anon. Still, hiding behind anonymity doesn't feel like your style. Next time, how about just responding? What's the worst that can happen?

[And she'll just leave that message there. There won't be any further replies on her end either.]