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[rudelanguage]

[she exhales a soft, disgusted noise.]

No one can...mind their own fuckin' business anywhere, huh.

[oblige]

Indeed not. I suppose it makes sense that beings who think to exert control to broad degree would see no problem with such methods.

[rudelanguage]

Even the gossipy fucks here... [she trails off wearily.]

...How much longer? I stopped counting.

[oblige]

Some time yet... I dare wonder whether the duration reflects on what was assumed of our ability to find those we came for.

[rudelanguage]

The ones I found already were real pieces of work, so I...I, hah, I don't know how worth it this shit is.

[oblige]

There are few I'd condemn to this place.

Ultima, though, certainly.

[rudelanguage]

[she exhales a faint snort.]

Worse than oblivion. I guess. Mnh.

[oblige]

Surrounded by immortal nuisances? I should think so.

[rudelanguage]

[there's no response right away. a minute or so.

then:] They can't all be...insufferable pieces of shit. Right.

Immortal people. I mean.

[oblige]

Surely not.

[ He thinks. He hopes. ]

In this place, it strikes me as cultural.

[rudelanguage]

[Knife hopes, too. rather, has to believe in at least one. so there's a slight exhale of tension - but only slight. gotta stay alert in this fuckin' nightmare realm.]

R-right. Just gotta...tame 'em right. Like horses or something.

[oblige]

[ Congratulations, there's the sound of a princely snort.

It's because he knows a horse.

Well, the horse. His world has just the one. ]

I know someone who might have opinions on that.

[rudelanguage]

They better keep those fuckin' opinions...outta my ear. Or I'll fuck 'em up.

[oblige]

I suspect that he'd rather enjoy it if you tried.

[rudelanguage]

[a moody grunt.] Gross. Buncha fuckin' weirdos...

[oblige]

He's a character, at the least.

[rudelanguage]

[another noise, more through the nose. more Antigone-coded than Scarlet-coded, that one.]

I'll pass. [never mind having already fucking endured said horse's company more than once. BY THE SCRUFF!!!!!!]

[oblige]

I suppose time will tell as to whether he agrees with you then.

[rudelanguage]

[.,...?]

What, like I have to? Don't introduce me to your weird friends.

[oblige]

I have naught to do with it, the fellow can appear wherever he wishes.