dusts off muse...

[trashed]

...Not just one, but two places? Have you lost your mind? Not that you had one to begin with.

Can't wait to see you crash and burn on this one - maybe you'll leave me alone then.

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[fonmaster]

[But why not, Sync?! They don't even exist without the mundanes keeping them around!]

Why not...? It's a good thing, isn't it? To live again, to go to other worlds without seventh fonons where we'll be stable... I am grateful to my mundane for giving me life again, and you should be to yours as well.

Your life is worth something, whether you believe it yet or not.

[trashed]

[Exactly. He doesn't want to exist, man.]

My life isn't worth anything! Here, or wherever my stupid mundane decides to take me, everything stays the same. I never wanted, or asked for any of this!

[fonmaster]

No one asks to be born, Sync. It just happens. From there, you make your own worth. If you are tired of things being the same, then change them! You will be going to an entirely new world, there is no reason that things have to be the "same" there!

[trashed]

We weren't born. We were created. We were created as replacements of the original! You were the only one that wasn't thrown away. And you say we have to make our own worth? Yeah, right.

[fonmaster]

I believe I wasn't thrown away only because I was so easily manipulated. We are our own people, though. Surely you can't deny that. Just look at how different you and I are.

[trashed]

We're different - so what? That doesn't prove anything.