On needing to finish up writing that app already!

[eternally]

Okay, okay, I get the irony: me, encouraging you to do hard work and make deadlines and all, but if anyone could use a bit of fun it's the people stuck in that Tower place, right? Besides, they'll be able to see me and talk to me; whatever else is there, I can handle it.

Alright? Alright. So let's go!

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[toomanyeyes]

To be believed in, of course. You know what it's like. That feeling in the core of your being that tells you "this is what hunger feels like". That's what I had to endure for more than six centuries.

I intend to take my fill while I can.

[eternally]

Everyone there will be able to see us, and hear us-- and touch us. Isn't that enough?

[toomanyeyes]

*Pitch freezes at the mention of touch.*

Belief is what sustains us, Frost. They need to believe that we are what we are.

[eternally]

What difference does it make? As long as they can see us.

[ Because at Jack's canon point, he doesn't know what it feels like to be believed in yet. ]

[toomanyeyes]

*Well, this isn't what he expected. This is like the same naive Jack that he spoke with in Antarctica.*

Without belief, we starve like any other being deprived of sustenance. Should even our names be forgotten, we die. I've seen it happen to so many spirits over the course of my existence.

Look at me, Jack. Do you think I've always been this thin?

[eternally]

[ No one ever told him that. He blinks a few times, trying to process it. Kids have to ask their moms who "Jack Frost" is, these days. ] I don't- [ Jack looks at Pitch like he's seeing him for the first time. ] You're not supposed to look like that?

[toomanyeyes]

*Technically he's not even supposed to look human, but that's a story for another time. Especially since now he's convinced that this is the Jack he was hoping for.*

Of course not. Centuries of being told that I'm not really there, that I'm just a bad dream, of being ignored in favor of doing stupid and dangerous things...

All that has taken its toll. And of course, no one among mortals even knows my real name anymore. I'm lucky that the spirits haven't forgotten. It's always Boogeyman this, Boogeyman that....

[eternally]

[ Jack winces. How many times has he coaxed kids into doing stupid, dangerous things in the name of fun to take their minds off fear? It's practically his specialty. ] It could be different, where we're going. [ He hopes. He doesn't want to die. ] You don't know.

[toomanyeyes]

That's always a possibility. But until we know for certain, why take the risk?

Besides...wouldn't you prefer being known and loved for who and what you are, rather than hiding it?

[eternally]

You're not talking about being loved, though. You never were.

[toomanyeyes]

You're being naive, Jack. Humans run from fear.

[eternally]

Some of them find it fun: they like scary movies and haunted houses and roller coaster rides. A little bit of fear keeps them safe. But you weren't talking about that, either.

[toomanyeyes]

Fun? Do I look like I do what I do because it's fun?!

*Right, right. Temper. He takes a deep breath, tries to calm himself. Jack is already on edge. The last thing he wants to do is slip up and lose control of himself.*

...I have spent my entire existence never once being acknowledged. Never once being thanked. I'm a dying creature, Jack. If that place is any different from our world...then maybe. Maybe things can be different.

But even I don't relish the thought of dying, alone and forgotten.

[eternally]

[ This is all a lot more complicated than anyone made it out to be. ]

I really don't think the Guardians are ever going to forget you, at this point.

[ Not after Sandy. Jack rubs his face. ]

We'll figure it out.