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[ Will hasn't really been around much at all. Finding small comfort in escapism. Fishing was too obvious a choice as was the spot down by the river he'd made for his Fenic fox and Nugs. No, Will had been living low, hiding out in various God's temples and small nooks and crannies not so deep inside the tunnels, practicing how to most efficiently take out some of the monsters with or without a weapon.

His voice is raspy like he hasn't spoken a word in weeks... which is partly true. ]

My mind has been a busy mess of blur and motion. Thoughts buzzing past like worker bees, endlessly in their endeavor... Nauseating- I er, I know a lot of turbulent occurrences have swooped down and splattered, most ungracefully so, all over this shithole of a cavern we have no choice but to call home. It's been testing, to say the least...

[ A moment of silence as Will recalled the fires, the mirrors and so on. That wasn't what he wanted to be focusing on right now. A heavy sigh before he continues. ]

... Such has been out of our control, true, but what about the things that aren't? There's no death here, no justice either, no real justice. Sure, we have the illusion our City Guard like to cast over us, that we're safe and looked after. Frankly, since Jill vanished I can't for certain say I'd trust any of them with my life- Ah, but what does life matter here, huh? No death, no crime. Murderers and monsters are our neighbors. Friendly Mr. Rodgers in his bloodstained sweater...

[ He's rambling, emotional and tired. ]

We need justice. We're ruled by our emotions, literally! God's? What God's?' He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.' Isn't that what a God does? No, all this death, killing, darkness has to stop. We need a system of order, a place to hold the dangerous, a means of judging and sentencing them... How many times can we be revived before it's too late?

... Well, I'm gonna be trying to do something about it, even if I have to do it alone.

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[there's concern in George's voice; she remembers him from the happy suburbs and wow, he sounds exhausted]

What kind of something are you thinking about doing?

[ George is a sweet girl, Will recalls helping her out when the suburbs was a thing too. He's kind of at the end of his emotional limit right now. Definitely not his best. ]

Depriving them? Detaining them? Heh, community service.

[ A hint of amusement at his last comment. ]

[George would never describe herself as sweet, but she would use it for what she remembers of him]

Yeah, I don't--don't see that going over well. Maybe we try harder to convince people to not murder each other? Somehow?

[ Yea, okay, most women would say Will was sweet. He'd obviously disagree seeing as those who call him that, normally find an excuse not to be in the same room alone with him. ]

Heh, hold a knife up to their throat, I'll kill you if you kill again, you conniving killer you!

[ At least they can joke about it? ]

[well, she'd both call him sweet and wouldn't mind being platonically alone with him, so there's that?]

...okay, maybe that won't work, either.

Say we did lock people who murdered up somewhere. Who'd be the one who decides they've been there long enough? Or if they could get out at all?

[at least there's that?]

[ It would actually mean a lot for him to know that. ]

I don't know...

[ A tired sigh. He's been so het up about this matter that he's not even considered all the options yet himself. ]

A jury of their peers? A jury of the God's? Mix & match of both? There just has to be a better way of dealing with this sorta stuff.

[we'll have to figure out a way for her to tell him that]

I don't, either.

[that makes sense. he sounds worn out, that's not exactly the best state of mind to be thinking things over]

I think that a jury of peers would work better. Too many people resent the gods, that wouldn't go over well even with people who weren't hurt or killed.

[ Not getting herself killed or hanging out with him as he geeks out over animals would be a great start! ]

Now comes the hard part. Trying to get the Gods onboard.

[ Yea, he's pretty exhausted by this point. Was struggling when he first came back here after going home for nearly 3 years but now he's about at his limit. ]

[she can't get herself killed and she actually does like animals. she's just bad with them]

So you're set on getting the gods to referee?

[yeah, he sounds like he's on the verge of collapse and she's warring with herself as to whether or not to mention it]

[ Seems like she's on to a great start already then! ]

No... I just, I feel that no one will take me seriously, or even a group of us. But if we can get the Gods to take us seriously, then maybe that would help.

[ Will could do with more people worrying about him from time to time. It's nice having people wanting the best for your health, he's just not really used to it. ]</small.

[yaaaaay!]

Which gods are you thinking about asking?

[well, George is definitely worried about him, she's just not sure how to approach him about it]

[ The strange and complicated should stick together. ]

Most seem to think Hope and or Sorrow would be best. I can't really say I care for either of the options.

[ Will has a one-sided love/hate relationship with Hope and Sorrow has pained his existence for long enough now. If it was up to him, Fear would be the one calling the shots here.

He can sense she's worried about him, even just over the phone. The trouble with being an empath was a constant one. ]

[definitely. and he doesn't even know the strangest thing about her yet, does he?]

Neither do I. Sorrow's just--sorrow. And Hope didn't impress me much when I talked to him.

[Fear does seem to be more reasonable, ironically enough

so maybe she can avoid awkward emotional moments?]

[ He doesn't, but he has a feeling there is much more to her than she shows on the surface. ]

I always seem to struggle with Hope... Still, I think anything is worth a try, just got to get a plan and then work on my timing.

[ Will oozes awkward emotional moment! Sure, he might be an empath, but it freaks him out being one most of the time. ]

[well, it's hard bringing up "o hay, I'm a Grim Reaper" in conversation]

Yeah, we didn't get along well. Probably because I'm bad at hope. D'you think the gods will go along with your ideas?

[so does George, much as she'd prefer to avoid them. but she's not an empath, just allergic to most emotions other than apathy and irritation]

[ He'd probably just ask her a few things about some of the bodies he's seen. Like if she could still see them too? Or if she could stop them from haunting him? ]

Honestly? I don't think they'd care. It's just what people are suggesting to me. I mean, you could argue it would fuel some of them. The hope of bringing justice to those who have suffered here, etcetera.

[ Allergic to emotions? You know, that might actually be a real thing! ]

[unfortunately, she probably couldn't. not without access to the actual bodies so she could sever the tie between their bodies and souls so that they could move on]

Those people have a lot more faith in the gods than I do. And maybe it would even feed Rage since some people wouldn't exactly be level-headed when it comes to the murders of people they care about and they'd be looking for a more permanent solution.

[it might be? George would be a poster child for it]

[ Shame that... As much as he's not seen his own ghosts in a while, Will still feels them. Would be nice of them to leave him alone from time to time. ]

Yea, I don't care much for them either, I mean, I can get behind at least one of them... This we've been close friends since birth...

[ He's rambling. Tired and in pain from earlier. He should stop. ]

Anyway, it's not like any of this is going to happen overnight. We have all the time in the world to work it all out. Just, I'm just glad there are like-minded people in this horror-cave, was starting to go a little crazy thinking I was the only one.

[that would be a lousy feeling, having ghosts follow you no matter what you do]

I haven't met many people who do like them, to be honest.

[if he's tired, he should get some sleep. George is worried about him, he sounds rough]

Yeah, if there's one thing we have, it's time. Lots and lots of time. And you're not the only one who thinks that murders should be taken seriously.

[ Maybe he'd tell her about it sometime? The ghosts that haunted him, made him who he is today. ]

You'd be surprised... There are a few. Mostly it's Delight's groupies but there are some others too.

[ Will and sleep have a very rocky relationship. He needs sleep and sleep wants him, they just don't seem to mesh well. He'll rest soon, as all of this is just adding to his exhaustion. ]

You're a wise girl, George. Not many people would agree with taking this seriously, not even the Gods themselves.

[ A deep sigh. ]

Don't feel that you have to humor me though. Not that I think you were? I mean, I just, I'd rather you told me to shut up and get lost then think you have to keep me on the other end of the line, in case I run off on a one-man-band of justice.

[ A laugh. ]

[it might make him feel better, get a bit of that weight off of his shoulders?]

Well, even I have to admit it's hard to dislike someone named Delight. It just sounds, y'know, nice.

[there is a nice bed with equally nice covers and a pillow calling his name]

Well, I've seen murders. They're not pretty. And I don't think they should be brushed off as no big whoop.

[a beat for him to speak]

I'm not. Humoring you, I mean. I think this stuff really does need to be taken seriously. I just have no real idea how.

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