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Sort of ironic that you're still waiting on a decision because you "don't know what to do," don't you think?

I mean, how do you think I feel?

Not that I'm in any particular hurry... as you know. I am flexible. But it bears mentioning. You know how I hate being jerked around. Sad state of affairs when no one can commit to a simple choice.

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Unfortunately, this medium isn't designed for knowing things. The stability you're looking for is going to have to come from you, your writer, or a game, if your writer chooses to send you to one.

She's considering it. Down the road, of course, have to get all the preparations and et ceteras in order, don't blame her for that. Maybe by then -- well. Who knows. Hard to be optimistic.

But. Enough about me. How go things for the lovely Dr. Bloom? Well, I hope. You're looking healthy. [ And alive, of course. ]

Would you like to talk about my health?

[At least being here means she isn't worried you're about to kill her.]

Your health, your plans, whatever might going on that you'd willing to bestow upon me. I'm not picky. I like hearing about you.

[ About that... ]

I really should apologize. You know that I never really wanted to kill you in the first place. I hope you know that.

[The question is not that you wanted to, the question is whether or not you would have gone ahead with it, if a certain FBI consultant hadn't shown up.]

I need you to understand something, Abel. Your history, both while incarcerated and before that, mean that I am not ever going to be able to be your friend.

I say this out of respect for you, so that both our expectations here can be realistic.

[ It's a good question. "As a last resort" is probably a cheap answer, though probably the most accurate. ]

Just because we can't be friends doesn't mean I can't like you, does it? I'm not entirely delusional, Dr. Bloom. A man like me doesn't really need friends.

[that doesn't give her any relief at all.]

What does a man like you need?

If I could answer that with certainty I would have no problems.

Clarity, maybe. Vague as it sounds.

That's somewhere to start.

You understand where you are right now? You're in the mind of a writer. They've seen our stories on a television show and think we're fictional. Our current setting is a sort of practice ground, where writers are able to exercise us, for lack of a better term, without commitment.

[breaking the fourth wall is good for your emotional health. hopefully.]

Without commitment. That part's all right, I can use a break from commitment. Me and everyone else, probably.

[ This is getting a little deep, but once you're past a certain point almost everything can sound about the same level of real. ]

...No sense in trying to accomplish anything then, I'm assuming. If none of it actually matters.

Actions might not have logical conclusions, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth taking the time to do what you want. In your case, find a little stability.

It seems like all I have is time. As long as the answers come, I can handle waiting for them. I just don't know. Doesn't that frustrate you, Dr. Bloom? Not knowing?

A little, but my frustration or anger with this situation won't make it go away.

[She just has to keep gently prompting her writer to research psychology things in the event that being sent to a game ever does happen.]

[ Research, the writer's Everest. It is just never finished. u_u ]

You don't know that. There's always something that can be done. Figure out that much and you're halfway there already.

I'm talking to everyone my writer let's me, learning more about this place.

[And about what happened back home because there is a giant spoiler which her writer just won't let her in on and she wants to know what it is.]

Seems a good foundation. Groundwork only of course, but you can go quite far on just that for some time. But if anyone could figure it out, it would be you.

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