[ It's the madness of it all that's the problem, an absence of logic. Try to search for it, and it'll just slip from your fingers; or so it does for Robby. Because how can a place like that exist? How can it pull people in, and what does it mean? If he thinks too hard about it, his head just hurts. ]
So it was one of those...dream spaces? You said, that other place -- that was the dream one of those Pthumerians made.
[ It's the only part he can hold onto, right now. Neither of them know anything, the bare details, and it isn't as if either of them can do anything about that place now, what's done.
Robby doesn't even know what satisfaction an answer to that question will bring, but it's also a question that isn't as upsetting as everything else. His sinuses already ache, his lungs, the rest. He already knows the end result to any of this, called it before:
Shit happened, people died, and there's nothing that can change that.
What would be the best outcome, then? To not care. To draw in that weakness, and to shut it away, just like Kreese had taught him. ]
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So it was one of those...dream spaces? You said, that other place -- that was the dream one of those Pthumerians made.
[ It's the only part he can hold onto, right now. Neither of them know anything, the bare details, and it isn't as if either of them can do anything about that place now, what's done.
Robby doesn't even know what satisfaction an answer to that question will bring, but it's also a question that isn't as upsetting as everything else. His sinuses already ache, his lungs, the rest. He already knows the end result to any of this, called it before:
Shit happened, people died, and there's nothing that can change that.
What would be the best outcome, then? To not care. To draw in that weakness, and to shut it away, just like Kreese had taught him. ]