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[worldisyours]

[Rindo blinks twice and shoots a dumbfounded glance at Gladion. The question echoes his own from a few weeks back.]

Swa… Er, Shoka would never have taken me there if it wasn't.

[It's said with complete, uncharacteristic confidence, without even a second's pause to think.

Then a few moments later, the nature of Ryslig catches up with Rindo and makes him wince, because of course there has to be a reason for Gladion's reaction, and it can't possibly be anything good.]

…Did… something happen with it, or…?

[…or what? There's a sheepish tone to the inquiry, an indication that Rindo has no plans to push the matter if it makes Gladion uncomfortable, despite his curiosity.]

[familyproblem]

[Composure returned:] I've never been. I just know it's one of Elias' inventions.

[...Looks back out at the yard.]

So is the network, to be fair.

[worldisyours]

You don't trust Elias?

[It's a very matter-of-fact question, its tone anything but accusatory. Rindo himself doesn't know much about the gods beyond what was in the Lighthouse guide, vague mentions of past events on the network, and whatever facts the household volunteered.

Swallow is one of Elias's followers, but she doesn't seem… invested in the whole god thing. He's wary on principle, of course—it would all sound sketchy even if they weren't in Ryslig. But between the Cube and the earplugs, he couldn't deny that Elias had been a positive influence (so far, at least).]

[familyproblem]

Not for an instant. [Gladion doesn't say this vehemently. It's very...plain.] Felfri was another of his inventions. He's not any friendlier than the Fog, just less influential. A useful evil at best.

[worldisyours]

Oh…

[…Should he avoid the Cube, then? But Swallow said it was okay…

He'd ask about Felfri, but… it can't be anything good. Gladion surely doesn't need to be reminded of bad memories, and he doesn't need more things to be worried about. The same reasons they didn't talk about the Pale Fog, really.]

For what it's worth, nothing bad happened at the Cube when we went, but if you don't want to go, that's… I get it.

[He sounds a little disappointed, but he’s not holding it against Gladion or anything.]

[familyproblem]

...No, it's safe if it's safe. I don't have any secret knowledge about it that your friends don't. I haven't even been there.

[Though he's thinking now about what he wouldn't have noticed at the time, ignorant of Ryslig as he was...for others, Felfri returned them to what they were. There's a connection there.]

It's impossible to avoid the influence of those gods entirely, between the network and the changes. Even their followers aren't necessarily dangerous to anyone and everyone. You just can't trust them or underestimate them.

[worldisyours]

[…Oh. Okay.]

Well, if you ever feel like checking it out, I can show you how it works.

[The comment on god followers puts Rindo on edge, though. You can't trust them? But he trusts Swallow… Rindo understands being wary of the whole thing—he certainly is—but… Ugh. How is he supposed to figure out the correct course of action if the two people he trusts the most in this place are in disagreement with one another?

…Then again… Gladion hadn't seemed to take issue with Swallow. Does he even know she's a follower of Elias?

He's going to need to give this some more thought.]

Um… are there, like… red flags to look out for with god followers?

[…He figures that's just useful to know, in general.]

[familyproblem]

I'm interested.

[Ironically, he'd meant the gods themselves. So Gladion is oblivious to Rindo's turmoil, still thinking about the Cube...

He looks up at the question, expression turning pensive again.]

Red flags... [Whew. What a question. He thinks there are, but...]

...Followers seem to cause the most trouble out of ignorance, or arrogance. Sometimes it's a personal problem they think they need to drag everyone into, and their god helps them do it. Takes advantage of their desire. As it were. Other followers [Beat.] put too much trust in the gods and then get surprised when the consequences of supporting them get out of hand.

[Thinking...]

My employer, at the cafe, is a Fog follower. One of the better-known around here. [For other reasons he has to politely admit.] I trust her anyways. She's...[how does he put this?]...faithful to her words, and doesn't act recklessly.

[worldisyours]

All right. It's super realistic, you'll see. I'm pretty sure you could even simulate Pokémon if you wanted.

[…Beyond being impressed that the Cube can emulate FanGO with the level of fidelity that it does, there's the fact that it can recreate the Scramble Crossing perfectly, as far as he can tell. So, whatever Gladion's world may be like, Rindo is reasonably certain that the Cube can give an accurate idea of it. Ryslig may be awful, but getting to see literal other worlds is at least kind of cool.

Gladion's measured response on god followers is… reassuring, actually.]

…So it's a case-by-case basis type of thing, I guess. Like, just don't get in too deep with the gods.

[familyproblem]

Not unless you know exactly what you're doing, and can accept responsibility for what might happen anyways.

[Which obviously is not the standard that practically anyone else here uses, but it's Gladion's, and he sounds very certain in it. There's something stubborn brewing in his eyes, as he leans back on his hands.]

...Maybe none of us asked for the power we have here, but that doesn't mean we're not accountable for what we can decide to do with it.

cw: implied suicidal ideation

[worldisyours]

[Rindo can agree with that—the reasoning makes sense. Getting involved sounds like it's only asking for trouble, and he trusts neither the gods' intentions, nor himself to deal with the responsibility. He'd rather stay clear.

…But when it comes to changes, they don't have the luxury of making that choice. He sighs.]

Makes sense to me. I… I know I don't want to hurt anyone.

[And yet, his body has still been made into a weapon that's meant to do just that. He glances down at his roots, recalling how they pointedly avoided Gladion even though he was hungry. It's done a lot to reassure him that they won't just go out of control and attack people as long as he keeps himself fed, but… well, "keeping himself fed" implies regular murders, and there's no way for him to remove himself from the equation to limit harm.]

…At least we're Nymphs.

[Said with the weight of tacit, shared understanding. It's about the scavenging, of course, but more is hidden besides the obvious—everything surrounding it. The guilt, the distance, the loneliness.]

[familyproblem]

[The severity falls off of Gladion's expression.

That day was strange, in one of those beyond-the-pale Ryslig ways. Most things having to do with feeding are. They belong to another world that you can't quite peer into until you're inside.

The urge to brush the sentiment off runs up against the...untouchability of that day. He can't downplay it, or he upsets something...kind of sacred?

Rindo is right.]

...We are.

[Looks at his arm, where little ferns and mosses sprout from him, roots sandwiched between dermal layers. Glances - mostly with his eyes, not his head - at the different silhouette of leaves along Rindo's wrist. Fine differences that only seem, to him, to prove their similarities. Not unlike looking into Silvally's eyes. Very different with a human (...close enough), though.

...

This might be a bad time to get into it, but when's a good time?]

It doesn't feel fair.

[It's not just him, right?]

[worldisyours]

[It's not the first time fairness comes up with Gladion. The concept has a way of pulling emotions out of Rindo that he'd rather keep suppressed, for his own sanity. It's not fair—a childish and pointless protest against the new reality of his life. But… when shared, maybe it is a little cathartic, and maybe it helps push back against loneliness. Just a little.]

…It really doesn't.

[He looks down, wringing his hands. He feels like he should say something more. Maybe something about the dizzying relief of realizing he would not have to kill, followed immediately by the gut-wrenching guilt of outsourcing his sustenance to Swallow and her housemates, balanced against the logic of there would be no point in going for your own kills anyway even if you wanted to.

…]

I'm… not happy to be a Nymph, but…

[But… you get it, right?]

[familyproblem]

But— [he responds so quickly, voice almost overlapping Rindo's, like he's trying to continue his sentence—] it's like...

[...]

We can't exactly complain. [Said not in a scolding way; he glances over and lifts an eyebrow, wry, uncertain, plenty willing to talk loftily about gods and responsibility but still tentative about the little suggestion that maybe he gets it too.]

[worldisyours]

[…Even with common ground, it's still hard to talk about killing people, especially with the implied fact that the burden of it falls onto others' shoulders.]

…Yeah. We don't do the hardest part.

[Rindo speaks tentatively, with his gaze still lowered, his words in the shape of a question. He doesn't actually know… he just assumes. It only makes sense, with Gladion living with two hunters.]