THIRTY-ONE:

[anti_buttons]

One year

Comments

[miss_waldorf]

It goes on and on, doesn't it?

[anti_buttons]

Ceaseless, as far as I can tell. Nothing lasts, with the exception our our imprisonment.

[miss_waldorf]

All good things come to and end and all that?

[anti_buttons]

Everything comes to an end. Here, however, it is in the hands of the so-called gods.

[miss_waldorf]

They're not as cruel as the god in our world, are they?

[anti_buttons]

My world operates differently from yours. Or, you're simply unaware

They have both more and less power here. More, insofar as they meddle directly and are indestructible. Less, because they ascend to the position and leave it as well. There must be some unknown above them.

[miss_waldorf]

That's the scary part I guess, the unknown.

[anti_buttons]

Perhaps.

[miss_waldorf]

That sounds like a rebut.

[anti_buttons]

I should think it too ambiguous a word to be so clearly anything.

[miss_waldorf]

I guess...

[anti_buttons]

...

Fear won't get you very far.

[miss_waldorf]

Not much can get you very far here.

[anti_buttons]

No, little if anything will.

Fear, however, won't get you anywhere out of here, as well.

[miss_waldorf]

It's not so different, here and back home in my world.

There's nothing much to hope for outside of it, so you might as well have the most fun while you can.

[anti_buttons]

That may be true for you.

However, I've much to look after in my world. I'm not interested in meaningless frivolity.