[Voice / Action]

[dawndigger]

...If you wanted to share some kind of message with a younger version of yourself, what would you say?

[Simon's in the plaza today, hanging out by the fountain and pondering his journal. At some point he might be scribbling out a note on a loose sheet of paper.]

Comments

[wasreplaceable]

"Jump back in".

[dawndigger]

What do you mean?

[wasreplaceable]

Mt. Zaleho. It probably would have been easier had I just jumped back in. [Creepy smile-but-not-really-a-smile is go.]

On second though, maybe "don't climb out" would be better?

[dawndigger]

...You were in a mountain? Why?

[wasreplaceable]

It was a little hotter than a mountain. Mt. Zaleho is an active volcano.

[dawndigger]

[To say that's horrifying is putting it lightly.]

...I suppose a short life would be easier than living. But is it really better? What makes life so terrible?

[wasreplaceable]

[Isn't he just such a ray of sunshine? He replies as though the answer is the most obvious thing.]

Because there's no point to it. I was made for a purpose I couldn't even fulfill. I should have burned with the rest of the trash.

[dawndigger]

[Not exactly sunshine. His tone is probably a bit odd.]

No one can ever give someone else a purpose. It's something you find for yourself.

[wasreplaceable]

[An empty laugh.] That's what you say, but you're different than I am. You were probably born unique. I was created as part of set, and they only needed one.

[dawndigger]

Created...?

[wasreplaceable]

I'm a replica. A failed copy of the deceased Fon Master.

1/2

[dawndigger]

[That's pretty much entirely lost on him, but the lack of individuality is... well. It speaks for itself.]

[Locked]

[dawndigger]

[He'll just go ahead and lock this, just in case.]

...Where I come from, a friend of mine was created differently from normal humans. He was made to serve a purpose, like you- to share with the world the tale of one man's victory over another.

[Locked]

[wasreplaceable]

...but he still had a purpose, yes?

[Locked]

[dawndigger]

Not exactly. The man who boasted his coming victory died the same day. It's not the kind of story he was created to tell.

[Locked]

[wasreplaceable]

So his existence was pointless, as well? [There's no harshness in his voice when he speaks.]

...what did he do?