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[tabooed]

I suspect that your sights might be anything but still at this point. Indecision is debilitating, they say. It feeds until nothing is left, holding close. They had their say, but I say there is something left—bones.

[ A pause. The slight tilt of her head, leaving a wave of false ease in her expression. As if a nerve was close to rearing it's ugly head, but shoo'd back into sleep. A stoic Queen. ]

Not admirable, but where I will be relies completely on you. [ My life in your hands, she avoids. The weight of that may lead into a stumble. ] And as I trust, once the decision has been found, it will be entirely non-negotiable. Now that, as I hope to see, would be entirely admirable.

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[daryld]

They're an indecisive bunch, that's for sure.

[tabooed]

Juggling their options when that isn't even their act, yes.

[imnotsure]

Oh how polite.

How supportive. [Slow golf clap]

[tabooed]

I do try.

[deadliestviper]

Your words might easily fall on deaf ears. They rarely listen to our input, and when they do, it's often to dash our hopes.

Sadists. Torturers. Of course.

And where might yours send you, O-Ren?

[tabooed]

Quite unnecessary, really.

[ Oh, how nice it is to see you. ]

Asgard, she called it.

[trulysorrykiddo]

It's not a pretty picture. Restlessness, indecision, helplessness. We're all a part of the same sad circle. The only thing we have in common? Waiting.

[tabooed]

Not my preferable type of art, but you could say I have been ensnared.

Been waiting long?

[gonnabite]

Indecision's fun when you're on the other end of it, ain't it?

[tabooed]

More fun than a barrel of monkeys.

[ The tone says otherwise. ]

[gonnabite]

I never got what was fun about a barrel of monkeys anyway.

[tabooed]

Absolutely nothing.

They are monkeys, they screech and make up their own fun.

[gonnabite]

I don't mind somethin' making it's own fun.