[.1o]

[metacrisis_ten]

Should be nearing dawn soon. I miss the sun -any sun- one or two or three, it doesn't matter. Solid ground under my feet and atmosphere and a real sky. Something besides the snow and the stars and the churning vortex

Comments

Private:

[ace_hits_daleks]

You should have killed me. Killed me and tied me up somewhere when I came back to life.

Private:

[metacrisis_ten]

Don't say that, Ace.

Re: Private:

[ace_hits_daleks]

Too late. I have said it, 'cause it's bloody well true and you know it.

Private:

[metacrisis_ten]

And do you think it would have been so easy a thing for me to accomplish, killing an old friend?

What's happened has happened, Ace. I know that... that thing and what she did and that wasn't you. It wasn't you and who you are. She might've worn your body, but nothing that she did was your fault. Her history and insanity doesn't render your existence null and void.

Re: Private:

[ace_hits_daleks]

I suppose you're right. It's all just so... Topsy turvy in my head.

Guess it's different for you. Possibilities are your game, aren't they? You live 'em. You are 'em.

Private:

[metacrisis_ten]

Oh, you're absolutely full to the brim of possibilities, don't think you aren't. Change is guaranteed no matter what, change of look, likes, attitude, favourite breakfast cereal-- that's a known thing to most sentient species. What we all once were as children will be different from our adolescence will be different in adulthood will be different when we're all elderly. And there's thousands upon thousands of possibilities inbetween. Not to mention some might not be possibilities at all, they might just be FACTS, things that are supposed to happen regardless of any outside influence.

Fact is you're you, who you are, right now. That's all that matters.

Re: Private:

[ace_hits_daleks]

You do realise that means there could be even worse versions of us, somewhere out there, don't you...?

Private: Strikes unreadable

[metacrisis_ten]

You do realise that means there could be even more ridiculous versions of us, somewhere out there, don't you...?

Possibilities can go both ways, all I'm saying. Next flood, you might wind up the Saintly Ace, who's a chemistry tutor and wound up meeting me via oh, I don't know... rescuing a basket of kittens from a tree.

Don't confine yourself to fretting about something beyond your control. Sound advice you should take, Doctor.