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[lying_fragment]

[It's late in the day, slowly becoming night, and Namine is still working on several drawings in the library at one of the tables. Her previous drawings are scattered across the table, morbid pictures of broken glass and stained papers. There's a picture of Simon with some poor "patient", another of Vexen, and plenty of Riqis in there as well.

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[guidetouprising]

[Standing somewhere in the midsts of mirror!Namine, is the normal!Ovan. He overhears the comment about the cat]

One can only hope that it will end one way or another. But....with every end, comes a 'rebirth'....

[lying_fragment]

And if there's not?

[guidetouprising]

Then one will have to be made.

[lying_fragment]

You seem confident.

[guidetouprising]

....perhaps.....perhaps not.

After all......I'm just a simple.....PC.

[lying_fragment]

PC?

[guidetouprising]

player character. Data. That's all this body is; 1's and 0's.

[lying_fragment]

And what about the other you, Ovan?

[guidetouprising]

Hpmh. It's not right to give your name out to strangers on the internet, even more so to strangers in an alternate-alternate dimension.

[lying_fragment]

But I already know your name, and you probably know mine.

[guidetouprising]

Possibly. Ovan is adequate for this form.

[lying_fragment]

Have you met your other?

[guidetouprising]

[ouch, a quickly subdued glare. Obviously he doesn't want to talk about that]

[lying_fragment]

Oops. Did I say something wrong?

[guidetouprising]

[turns back to m!Namine to look up towards the sky] I have no intention of meeting him.

[lying_fragment]

A wise choice.