[Hmm. She considers that for a moment, clinging to her sword a little.]
I suspect what we encountered was a test in some way. It had a thematic relationship to gluttony. And it involved. . . circumstances intended to test our desire to survive at all costs.
Well, you have to be at least a little ruthless to get what you want.
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But when it comes to doing whatever it takes, even if it means destroying everything in your way—I've seen the rise and fall of a lot of guys like that. Things have a way of biting you in the ass down the line.
[That odd little tremble in her jaw is back again. She grips the sword tightly, staring down at it as though she can't see him there, didn't hear what he just said.
. . . But after a moment, suddenly, she laughs, odd and a little hysterical, like she isn't used to doing it.]
Yes. They do, don't they? But maybe the trick to not being bitten in the ass is simply not to care whether your ass is bitten. [It's a funny way of putting it, but more seriously.] Maybe that's how to win here, to excise the part that cares. Do what you want, destroy everything in your way, and damn the consequences.
[he watches her, a little startled, but his expression otherwise oddly passive.]
Maybe. Been there, done that. It was pretty satisfying sometimes too, though getting what you want never seems to be as good as the process of wanting it.
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week 1, thursday.
knock knock, harrow! someone's at your door.]
Hey, Harrow, you in there?
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. . . What.
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That your sword you were looking for or something?
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[She's holding it like it's a stuffed animal or something. It's real weird.]
It was stolen from me.
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... Seriously? Who was the fucker?
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I need. . . to talk to the Avatars, and find out. I need to understand a little more.
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No warning whatsoever. One minute, I was in my room. The next, the four of us were somewhere else entirely, bearing no resemblance to this place.
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I suspect what we encountered was a test in some way. It had a thematic relationship to gluttony. And it involved. . . circumstances intended to test our desire to survive at all costs.
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he frowns, looking thoughtful.]
Desire to survive, huh... In other words, a reminder not to slack off on what we came here for?
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... Though that's not necessarily such a bad thing, right?
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[She's actually kind of curious about his opinion.]
Aren't we meant to test our mettle, prove we're willing to do whatever is necessary to earn our prize?
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But when it comes to doing whatever it takes, even if it means destroying everything in your way—I've seen the rise and fall of a lot of guys like that. Things have a way of biting you in the ass down the line.
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. . . But after a moment, suddenly, she laughs, odd and a little hysterical, like she isn't used to doing it.]
Yes. They do, don't they? But maybe the trick to not being bitten in the ass is simply not to care whether your ass is bitten. [It's a funny way of putting it, but more seriously.] Maybe that's how to win here, to excise the part that cares. Do what you want, destroy everything in your way, and damn the consequences.
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Maybe. Been there, done that. It was pretty satisfying sometimes too, though getting what you want never seems to be as good as the process of wanting it.
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[Yeah. It's. . . a lot.]
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