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[fadeling]

[Cole isn't really sure what to think about all of this, but he knows it isn't good. He doesn't like any of this. People are changing and it's not good changing. He could say that but he thinks that's probably obvious by now. People should know already.

He doesn't like when they change people. Those are the hardest to deal with.]

They're too loud. Not like before. Hurting and hurt and held together with rage.

[It's painful to listen to, and it's confusing everything else. That has to be the point, though, right?]

Gods with names like demons, games with the toys that try not to be played with. The tangles are tied too tight again.

I don't like being a toy.

[No one does, really.]

You should try to be hard to see. I can make you hard to see if you need it.

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[feelslikeimspilling]

[ This, twisted version of Will had already managed to take his originals place. He'd been busy ruining their life here, making it hard for him to go back to normal after this was all over. He'd been scanning over the network, looking for something or someone interesting to converse with. Will normally shy away from being social, not this Will, and Cole was saying some pretty interesting things. ]

It's not that they're too loud now... They were always loud. It hides inside them like a casket buried just below the chest. It's better this way, don't you think? You need the two sides to make a whole, to give reason and meaning. After all, what use is one glove, without the other?

[He tried not to laugh at the part about toys not wanting to be played with, I mean really, but was intrigued when he said that he could make it hard to be seen. ]

You should be careful who you offer that privilege to... You could be doing the world a great injustice. Hiding what doesn't wish to be seen, isn't always the best way forward. Sometimes we have to see to understand. Would you not rather be a little uncomfortable, than let others live in denial?

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[fadeling]

It's sighs and silence like screaming. It is louder. Hurting not healed anymore. Rage red and ruining, running past the people.

[That doesn't really explain much, but he tries.]

It helps to hide sometimes. I can't do it for very long but I can.

voice;

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Okay, actually... Talking to this guy was making Will feel a little uneasy. Something about what he was saying and the way he spoke just make him feel strange. He was the kind of person his original would probably take pleasure in conversing with. ]

Oh, I've been hiding for far too long. I thought It was my time to step into the light. Would you begrudge those who felt the same? We might not be as silent as sighing and whispering... But does that mean we have to remain hidden?

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[fadeling]

No. Not if it doesn't help. The loud ones are different and they hurt people. Hiding can help.

[feelslikeimspilling]

Forgive me for saying this but... You don't feel real to me.

[ Will, much like his original, was able to empathize and feel other people's emotions. This guy was triggering Will's senses off the scale. He felt like a dream or a memory. He didn;t feel like a person and it was unnerving. Whereas Will himself would have been overly interested. ]

[fadeling]

I almost wasn't real but I am. I'm not a person, though.

[feelslikeimspilling]

That makes two of us...

[ Will saw himself as a monster, so it was only right that this version of him did too. Only he embraced his darker side, he was comfortable to let his imagination run wild and act out on it. ]

What exactly are you?

[fadeling]

I'm me. A wisp and a whisper, like when the wind sings its secrets, silent shadows, soft songs. I hear and I help.

[feelslikeimspilling]

Like a ... Ghost, a spirit?

[ He's never really believed in Cole's kind before. How can he deny what he's actually meeting? ]

And as such, you have abilities? The power to hide others? That's what you were just saying, wasn't it?

[fadeling]

Yes. I can make me too small and silent to see, make the eyes slide over and see something else. I can do it for other people too. But not for very long.

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ How very intereting. ]

Could you make me look like something I'm not?

[fadeling]

No. It doesn't work like that.

[feelslikeimspilling]

Tch...

[ He made a tutting sound with his tongue against the back of his teeth in disappointment. ]

But if you were to hide me, make it so people can't see me. Could they see me as something else?

[fadeling]

No. They'll see you aren't there but you are.

[feelslikeimspilling]

Can't blame a man for trying, right?

[ Still, this could come in handy. ]

How long can you hide people for? And what effect does it have on you? Does it strain you, leave you weak?

[fadeling]

It depends. [Mostly on what the situation is.] It hurts if I do it too long. Pressing inside my head until it's bright like it's about to burst. I'm alright after, though.

[feelslikeimspilling]

... I'm slightly envious.

[ You could almost hear the smile as it shaped his lips. ]

But what do you get out of it? Helping and hiding others?

[fadeling]

I don't need to get anything. I'm not a person.

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ He's going to be keeping a close eye on you, Cole. You're far too interesting not to. ]

Still, you must need something? Don't you have any interests? Desires? Or are you happy to simply exist?

[fadeling]

I help people. [That's....about it.]

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ The original Will would probably relate to that, on some level. This Will however, thought the notion of helping simply for the good of it, was pointless. ]

I don't know... I think that's a pretty sad existence. You have my pity.

[fadeling]

[Everyone thinks it's sad. He's never understood it.]

Why? I heal the hurts and help the helpless. I do what I am. I help.

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Maybe he never will understand? He's not human after all. ]

You're likely to get used by people. If you don't expect anything in return, and you don't want anything then you're nothing to others. You said it hurts you to hide people for great lengths... Then why hurt yourself just to help someone else? It doesn't seem logical.

[fadeling]

Because they need it. It doesn't matter if they remember me. What matters is I helped.

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ It suddenly made sense to Will why this guy was bothering him so much. It was because he reminded him of Will. Both helpful and selfless and pathetic. ]

If that's what keeps you going... You just, keep doing you.

[ Probably sounded more patronizing than he meant it to. ]