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[thetyrant]

[A game. This has showed no signs of happening for months so far, and Logan does not like it. The change in circumstances upsets and destabilizes him, already teetering on the precipice of sanity. There are fine tremors in his shoulders, and he keeps clenching and unclenching his right hand. He's aware of the tic, for once, but doesn't seem able to stop it. His voice, when he speaks, is tense, despite the attempt at a casual tone.]

Bit sudden, don't you think?

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[immorally]

Really, my dear, that is the last thing you should be complaining about.

[That voice might be a bit familiar, but the man it's coming out of is certainly different.]

At least a game means you get to have fun.

[Someone might be a bit butthurt about being stuck in the headspace for so long.]

[thetyrant]

A game means she gets to have fun. There are no such guarantees for me.

[immorally]

And remaining locked away would be more fun?

[thetyrant]

[It would be safer. He could hide and know that the Crawler cannot reach him. But he can hardly say that to Reaver of all people, can he?]

I was hardly locked away. There were excursions to museboxes.

[immorally]

Well, I suppose there's that. But it's hardly better than being the center of attention and being the favorite. You can only gain that by being in a game.

[....Reaver you will never be the favorite, just saying.]

[thetyrant]

What makes you think I have any desire to be the favorite?

[immorally]

Why wouldn't you want to be the favorite?

[thetyrant]

Not everyone thinks like you, Reaver. A fact that's been an asset to you in the past.

[immorally]

Well if everyone did think like me, this would be a much more interesting world. It's good to see that you're familiar with how I work, however~

[thetyrant]

[Logan is familiar with this whole different timelines thing, but since Reaver's got his little deal with the Court, he doesn't age. Logan can't tell any difference between this Reaver and his own. His head tilts a little, and he frowns.]

You do know me, do you not?

[immorally]

My dear, I never forget a face.

[...okay, that's not exactly the truth, but he doesn't recognize Logan.]

Where would I know you from, hmm?

[thetyrant]

[That explains some things.] Something that likely hasn't happened to you yet.

[immorally]

Are you telling me you know the future? Do tell me you're not related to that horrid blind woman.

[thetyrant]

Not as far as I know. [HAHAHA HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW LOGAN] It seems no one has explained "canon points" to you.

[immorally]

"Canon points"? Go on, this sounds interesting.

[...For now. Let's see how long his attention span lasts...]

[thetyrant]

Essentially, you and I are from different points in the timeline of the same world. You may know my mother, often called Sparrow, or you may be even before that time.