idolpro | Levity heart game - Saturday session

................ puts that piece of Levity he was holding into his mouth like a cat that you caught eating forbidden things, but it refuses to stop

[ "what do you have there?" "an organ!" "nO!!!!" ]

No! Stop that! Give that here!

He looks confused for a moment, then smiles and holds out the half-chewed piece of meat HAVE FUN HOPE.

"d̲̽o̗͌ ̳̅yo̖̓u͉̚ ͚͒w̥̽ant̜̅ to ̂ͅh̤͘e̼͠ḽ͠p?͕͂"

[ great! thanks! god this is the grossest thing she's ever experienced aaaaaaa ]

If he's dead, have a little respect. Why are you doing this?

uvu

Once again Birdity is confused, like he's not sure why Hope is so distressed? And she doesn't want the meats??? Retracting his hand then.

"i keep safe."

........from what?

He points behind Hope, at the gathering storm in the distance.

"the end comes. as it has come before. all i can do... keep pieces safe. perhaps, enough... to stay him still."

...the end of... the world?

"his world. and mine."

...are you—him? Who are you?

He stares at the sky, sadly.

"i am... things to come. after levity goes. and after me, there will be... another. smaller, smaller. pieces. like rock, worn down to sand... until nothing remains."

[ and then she sighs, and takes a seat on one of the rocks, and gestures for him to take a seat next to her. ]

Sit down. It sounds like you've got some things to work out.

see this is where kant would come in handy!

Birdity comes to sit down next to her, but a little warily, glancing back to the corpse worriedly. Is he going to be okay... :(

Now—I don't know about your situation, exactly. But is this about the literal state of the soul, the metaphorical state of the soul, or both?

He pulls up his knees to his chest, hugging them, then nods.

"both. i am... he is... already, shattered. i am a piece. though brought here whole, he... remembers. deep, deep down. remembers the sundering. what it felt like."

...ah.

"The Sundering" would be—what happened to your world, then.

Nods. :(

"scattered... across ten and four. pieces. remember... the soul cracks, and become... alone, so al͎̽o̡̖̔̀n͉̥̈́̿e͚͌.̖̹̳̓̍͒.̮̜̥͋͒̾.̥̠͉͊͒͂"

He clutches at his head, voice getting static-y again.

Ah, well—you don't need to dwell on it, for now, but—

What should I call you? I don't know if I should call you Levity or if you'd prefer something else.

Thonk... thonk emoji........

"no name. not yet. any... is fine."

...all right.

So—your existence at present feels lonely, then?

Curls up some more. :(

"alone. not... whole."

[ she taps her fingers against her knee. ]

Do you feel like something's missing, then, or is that just something you're aware of that concerns you?

The clouds in the distance are sssslowly getting closer.

"i know. and feel. i am... a piece."

He pauses, bringing a hand to his chest.

"piece of... levity. and levity, of hythlodaeus. things become... lost, and forgotten. and nowhere to go back to."

...that's who you were before? Hythlodaeus?

You know, I ran into some old friends, recently, who knew a lot more about me than I knew about myself. They were expecting someone a bit different, I think. I promise I'm going somewhere with this.

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