WEEK THREE - Investigation

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (3)

friday (?) survivors Friday, and the paranoia that comes with it, inches up your spine like a scorpion searching for prey. The circles around your eyes are as black as space itself, and it's difficult to remember how much sleep you have gotten in the last 72 hours. No alarm comes today. Perhaps you are unsure if that is a blessing or a curse. You feel too wary to leave your room, but you know you will have to eventually. You can only stay here for 12 hours. But you become conscious of your vulnerability, more aware of your blindspots. It becomes difficult to move, paralyzing, taxing on your mind to interact with the physical world — you would rather retreat into your thoughts. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[booklore]

Haha, then it might surprise you when I tell you that I joined the Order when I was sixteen! Some of the people I work with are even younger than me too. Uh, my current age, anyway.

[ He holds his finger up, as if he's remembering something or about to bandy out some intel. ] Like Lena and Allen. Lenalee is seventeen and Allen is sixteen.

[erythristic]

[that is surprising, not only for the youth but the mention of a woman's name. nice to know some place were so progressive as to allow women to join.]

And is it something you've been doing long? I wouldn't wish to burden you with the heaviness of a maiden's contemplation if you didn't feel adequately prepared.

[booklore]

Three years, give or take a few months. I'm nineteen now. [ A maiden's heart, huh...? His thoughts drift back to Lenalee as he closes his eye

Is she doing okay without him and Allen? He focuses his gaze back on Grell and forces his mind to return to the conversation at hand. ] I don't know if anyone is ever really "prepared" for someone else's burden, but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to listen. The way I see it, sometimes just that's enough.

[erythristic]

Hm.

[despite herself, she smiles faintly - not exactly happy, it doesn't reach her eyes - before reaching up and pulling her hair over her shoulder to begin loosely braiding it.]

How great do you think the cost of forgiveness should be? How much must a person give up of their lives and their self before it can be called enough?

[booklore]

I think it might depend on the person. The people who look for forgiveness are usually the ones who try the hardest to redeem themselves, or punish themselves unnecessarily. Most of the time, people don't look to atone unless they feel guilty.

Sometimes though, there's no reason to feel guilty in the first place. Just like sometimes there's no guilt when there should be.

[erythristic]

No reason? How could there be no reason to feel guilt, if you've done something wrong? That would imply you have no soul, or something like that.

[wrong enough that this place, this game, was just another facet to your punishment.]