Apping to thewake

[be_seeing_you]

Have you finally tired of your other toys? Now you must send me as well? I dared to hope you had given up on this, but it would seem that is not the case.

I sincerely hope you know what you are doing.

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[curiousasadog]

[Have a pack of long-necked wolf-like creatures looking at you oddly. You look sort of human, but not like any human Scrup's ever met.]

[be_seeing_you]

[There's no end to the odd things he sees these days.]

Does the creature have a name? I wonder.

[curiousasadog]

[Ears on all heads twitching with annoyance.]

"The creature" [A perfect playback of Number 6's voice] can understand you. [The second part is in a generic adult human voice, albeit with a Scandinavian accent. And not coming from any one wolf, and not from their mouths, either.]

Though, you do not appear to be speaking Samnorsk, yet I understand you. Are you human?

[pasteurized]

With any luck, she'll lose interest. I find muns have a laughable attention span.

[be_seeing_you]

Yes.

[A pensive pause.]

This one does seem to have considerable trouble with time management. It's likely she will see the error of her ways and give up this folly.

[pasteurized]

Maybe, maybe not. Poor time management hasn't stopped this one.

[be_seeing_you]

Ah.

Well, perhaps the realization that this is in incredibly poor taste will. One can hope.

[tobeagod]

A shame. A man of your exploits might do well in a place such as where I am.

I had heard you were one who refused to give in to those who would try to break you.

[be_seeing_you]

Are my exploits so well known?

[tobeagod]

To some of us they would be, Number Six. How does that search for Number One go? A shame you've never understood that once something is learned, it can never be unlearned.

Not without high tension medication at least.

[be_seeing_you]

You have me at a disadvantage. You know me, but I do not know you.

[He refuses to dignify that question with a response. It's clear this stranger already knows, maybe better than him, how his quest for Number 1 is going.]

It's a risk one must be willing to take, in a field such as mine. I do not cower from the truth! Nor do I fear knowledge; no matter how dangerous.

[tobeagod]

A risk. How fitting a way to describe it.

[The silence between them is purposely let spin out, the question of who he might be left unanswered. Only the trace of a smile that's gone as soon as it began breaks the unemotional front.]

That would depend on how one defines 'truth', wouldn't it? Was there some truth you found out and that's why you resigned?

Or could the truth be that no matter how far you run, how you try to escape, that you never will? That you will always and forever be in the Village?

Or is the truth that a pharmaceutical company is proving a point with you and all the others that anyone will tell us what we want in time? That we can determine what is 'truth' after that?

Which truth is it that you would prefer?

[be_seeing_you]

[His mood sours instantly.]

The truth is what it is. It is not open for interpretation. I will find it, and I will escape.

Now I would prefer it if you took your games elsewhere.

[tobeagod]

Truth always changes with the teller's and listener's point of view.

How contrary you are, Number Six. You complain because you do not have answers and then you send away the only one who had them. One would almost begin to believe you like not knowing, had grown attached to the Village. A bit of Stockholm syndrome?

[be_seeing_you]

I will not be lectured like a school boy.

What reason have I to trust anything you say? You could just as easily be one of them. What evidence have you given me to the contrary? It is clear you do not know me so well as you think. I am in no. way. attached. to The Village.

[tobeagod]

But it is so fitting at times to address in such a manner given your recalcitrance on the subject of your resignation. This could all be so easy but you refuse to make it so.

You are the true author of your own suffering.

[be_seeing_you]

You would rather I sell my principles for mundane creature comforts and live the rest of my life as one of the mindless rabble! Never!

[tobeagod]

I would rather you tell me why you resigned, Number Six. You torture yourself by not saying. Perhaps that is what you want with all of this. You want someone to punish you, to pull you apart at the seams.

[be_seeing_you]

You are wasting your breath. What I want is to be left in peace.

[tobeagod]

As one of my predecessors told you, Number Six, this is your world, I am your world. Yet you still prefer your madness.

[A lift of his hand, two fingers forming in a circle about one eye with the others out enough to form that all too familiar sign.]

Be seeing you.