[ You open the door to what seems to be a combination kitchen and dining area. The floors are bare dirt ground, except for some wool rugs scattered around here and there; there’s one under a set of carved wood chairs and a table. It would look like a commoner's house from a very, very long time ago, if it wasn't for the up-to-date appliances and smooth white kitchen counters. (Actually, they're even more advanced than modern appliances...?)
On the wall behind the dining table hangs a large wooden cross.
Aside from the entrance leading to the field outside, there's only one other door. ]
Regrettably, you must have been misinformed. We already know the care she needs, and asked not for a healer. I'm sorry to have no work to give you, doctor.
[ .... oh right common laws break once they leave eyesight don't they. ]
I don't know about that... I mean, I was blessed by God and I've never shown any respect or fear for him. I don't think I've ever thanked him for it either~
Why should I? Sure the Gift he gave me lead to a lot of good things, but it made me arrogant and selfish thinking that I could just create whatever I wanted and everything would turn out fine. God doesn't care if you thrive or if you suffer, he just put all of us here to watch us struggle and break ourselves over and over trying to accomplish something worthwhile.
Anything worth anything that I got, I got it myself.
The Lord granted free will upon humankind, and so He cannot save us from our own failings. He may only hope that we accept His word and guidance, and in embracing His love, be granted salvation in His everlasting love.
... wahaha! You're right! But... sometimes I think, "wouldn't it be better if I could just be like everyone else? If I could just do and say and think the way everyone else seems to, if the world wasn't so different for me than it is for everyone else, maybe I wouldn't feel so lonely?"
[ ... anyways, he's going to try to pull his hand away ]
You never struck me as the kind of person who loves God before.
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On the wall behind the dining table hangs a large wooden cross.
Aside from the entrance leading to the field outside, there's only one other door. ]
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time to investigate the only other door, then.]
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Susanoo
[ she continues to speak softly, too. ]
May I offer you food or drink? You are a guest in this home.
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My apologies, it wasn't my intention to intrude. Only to help. I have to wonder now... how long has that woman been so ill?
[his voice is not as soft but it is less of the chipper loud tones he used to start with]
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[ if u don't want anything then she'll sit down at the dining table with her back to the cross on the wall, waving for him to join her ]
Please, sit.
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Hm... coma... that usually speaks to an illness or an injury... either way, if it's for so long...
[well, obvious answer is obvious, right?]
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[ is he still lowering his voice. just checking ]
We thank you for your concern, doctor, but this is a private matter. Perhaps you should go.
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and now he's humming to himself, thinking.]
... well, I don't really know where I am, to be honest. Just finding this place was a journey in itself. I'm not really certain where I should go?
If there was something you could do for me, then would it possible to borrow you at least until I get somewhere where I'm more needed?
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[ she stands and goes to the front door, opening it for him ]
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is there food ]
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there is any food you want ]
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is there anything wrong with the cross? can he take it down? is there anything behind it? ]
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it's a normal cross, except that when you reach out to touch it, a metal hand grabs you by the wrist ]
The Lord is gracious to those who fear and revere Him.
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I don't know about that... I mean, I was blessed by God and I've never shown any respect or fear for him. I don't think I've ever thanked him for it either~
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Anything worth anything that I got, I got it myself.
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Your hubris was no fault of His, but your own.
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[ ... anyways, he's going to try to pull his hand away ]
You never struck me as the kind of person who loves God before.
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[ he can have his hand back ]
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Common law: no one can stop me from doing whatever I want to do.
[ touching the cross again. ]
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