[Salyssa] Making new friends
((Dammit, I have been working on the story to explain this for months, and it just isn't working, so I'm going to scrap it and approach it in a different way. :P Italicized writing is in a different script from Sal's normal handwriting; it's more jagged and rough, incorporating still more strange runic elements to it unlike any of the previous jumble that usually makes up her writing.))
All right, you've read the journal. Now what?
I don't know. I should hate you. Your interference made me forfeit my chance at reincarnation. Now that I'm--connected to you like this... I'm tempted to force you to suicide, to see if I can get away, but you're already dead, and I don't know that it would work; we may well still be joined together afterwards, and then I'd be stuck with you.
Do you want to be separated from me?
... I don't know yet. I am dead; ideally, the best I could hope for would be to separate and immediately reincarnate, which...
Which will definitely destroy your personality and memories.
It's something I'm not supposed to be afraid of, something I'm supposed to want, but--maybe it's because I'm tangled with you, I don't want to let go. I'm not even sure if there's enough of me left to reincarnate, or if I would simply dissipate, the leftover echoes of a mind not strong enough to hold a spirit together.
I can try to find a way to get us separated if you want that.
No... not yet. Do you want me out of your mind?
It seems strange to me, but--I don't. I ask that you not distract me when I'm fighting, or otherwise need to concentrate to stay alive, and that you not make it obvious that you're in there to anybody else just yet.
Except--that one.
Well, yes, that one. Who I believe would understand completely. But nobody else. Do you agree?
Yes, I agree. This should be interesting.
That's definitely one word to describe it...
All right, you've read the journal. Now what?
I don't know. I should hate you. Your interference made me forfeit my chance at reincarnation. Now that I'm--connected to you like this... I'm tempted to force you to suicide, to see if I can get away, but you're already dead, and I don't know that it would work; we may well still be joined together afterwards, and then I'd be stuck with you.
Do you want to be separated from me?
... I don't know yet. I am dead; ideally, the best I could hope for would be to separate and immediately reincarnate, which...
Which will definitely destroy your personality and memories.
It's something I'm not supposed to be afraid of, something I'm supposed to want, but--maybe it's because I'm tangled with you, I don't want to let go. I'm not even sure if there's enough of me left to reincarnate, or if I would simply dissipate, the leftover echoes of a mind not strong enough to hold a spirit together.
I can try to find a way to get us separated if you want that.
No... not yet. Do you want me out of your mind?
It seems strange to me, but--I don't. I ask that you not distract me when I'm fighting, or otherwise need to concentrate to stay alive, and that you not make it obvious that you're in there to anybody else just yet.
Except--that one.
Well, yes, that one. Who I believe would understand completely. But nobody else. Do you agree?
Yes, I agree. This should be interesting.
That's definitely one word to describe it...