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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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[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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