[ heading further in, hand over his eyes (the ones on his face) to block the sun, squinting at the people milling about. or shadows of them, at least. ]
Fake people, anyway. Feels emptier, almost, than if they weren't here.
No. It is little surprise you consider yourself to be the center of the universe, and yet I imagine it will continue on whether or not you give permission.
It isn't a universe of people, it's a system. Not that it makes it much better, but a good portion of my civilization lives in other systems and would survive the death of Dominicus.
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That's just rude, honestly.
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[she doesn't seem to mind having her insides out, at least.]
It's odd that we can somewhat see people here.
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Fake people, anyway. Feels emptier, almost, than if they weren't here.
[ Waving a hand in front of a shadowy face. ]
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...Yes, I suppose so. I understand the feeling well.
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This one's not too different from home, once you get beyond that, right?
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[she squints until she understands what he means.]
Ah. Maybe you're right.
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[ He scratches his head a bit. ]
You think because there's a lot of me, there's probably ... a lot of Beauregards too. Other timelines or some nonsense that Caleb would talk about.
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Why do you ask? Any reason in particular?
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[ Hm. Worrying. I'm sure it's fine. ]
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[ yeah it is and harrow knows exactly what it is. ]
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It isn't a universe of people, it's a system. Not that it makes it much better, but a good portion of my civilization lives in other systems and would survive the death of Dominicus.
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[ god ]
This is why I didn't finish the thought to you!
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