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[mastermephisto]

I suppose it is time for an explanation, isn't it?

Do you want to know?

Ask me what ever's on your mind.

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[shooting_blanc]

...I wish I wasn't quite sure what to ask. Hell, I'll just get it all out at once- think of it as my "christmas present" to the powers that be, provided they be related to you.

Can you- that "paradise"- this place- really be trusted?

What fresh torture will you be finding for us sinners next?

just... why?

[mastermephisto]

They are not related to me. I am part of Purgatorium itself, whereas Hera is only a care keeper that my Mother selected.

Of course it can. Why couldn't it be? You earned it. It is yours to claim and to shape. I'm disappointed... You didn't stay...

We won't be. This was... the violent reaction of the parasite that's crawling through my Mother's flesh, and, above that, the realisation that you lot have been allowed to run free too long.

If you think this is torture, then you don't know torture.

Why? Why are you? Why am I? Why is She? Why is any of this? There's no one answer, perhaps no answer at all.

[shooting_blanc]

by "powers that be" I mean the city- your "mother." I know the gods are little more than caretakers.

Prove that this place isn't just here to make us suffer. Then I might consider going to see what's on the other side of that door.

If this isn't torture- I don't want to know. The rigors we're put through here are more than enough.

...and it's highly disconcerting to hear something with god-like power cay "I don't know"

[mastermephisto]

At least you've realised that. All the mindless shouting to them won't heal half of your problems.

I can't prove that to you until you see what you've done.

You are little more than a naive child. It's too bad. If this is really so painful, then what could be worse?

Ah, but I'm not god-like... I am more like a part of a soul. A very large soul, being the soul of a world, but a soul nevertheless.

And I didn't say I didn't know.

I said there's not an answer.

[sociopath_elle]

Who are you to decide who can be redeemed and who can't?

[mastermephisto]

I am the agent of my Mother, who is penance given form. We don't decide.

We know.

[disconnective]

Why was returning to our worlds not an option? I'm not dead and I'm not looking for an eternal paradise.

[mastermephisto]

Sending you back home is beyond me.

[exchevalier]

If that fortress was intended to act as a quick and easy means of redemption rather than just another stupid trap, you certainly could have advertised it better.

[mastermephisto]

I would be loathe to call it easy, or all that quick, for that matter. You would?

We're not here to hold your hand and guide you along, Charles. We're here to clense you. Nothing further.

[exchevalier]

Compared to the months spent here with little apparent progress, yes, I think it quick.

That isn't what I'm asking for.

[mastermephisto]

Everything changes in time, but especially the landscape here... Perhaps you should count your blessings that the dead ends now have exits.

Then what are you asking for, little fanged one? I can't read your mind, and I'm not a Goddess or a God, the supposedly all-knowing...

Do you want to go home?