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[uquars_gadget]

There are several large books stacked around Helen. Three in a language known in some worlds as Russian, one in a language known on some worlds as Greek, one that died out on most Earths long enough ago to not be known by anthropologists (but one significant slice of Earths became very prominent and important), and five in English. They all have titles about cross-dimensional travel.

She decided to stop researching in her room. So the young girl is researching at a table down here--that's totally the same thing as socializing, right?

 

Right.

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[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Madmen, o' course!"

[uquars_gadget]

"I don't see," Helen hisses, chin stiffening, "what about this has got you so flippant."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

. . . blink, blink.

"Because et's common en my world."

[uquars_gadget]

"I'd think if madmen writing books about Dark Gods was so common, most of your people wouldn't be ignorant about it!" She shoves some of her hair behind an ear. "And there's never reason to be flippant about the destruction of a world."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Most people ur stupid, blind an' unaware. Thar ur lawts o' people who ur proud thet they have never read a book en thar lives!

"They deserve tew have thar world destroyed."

[uquars_gadget]

"Oh, and you're the one to decide, are you? Who deserves to live or die? What about the creatures on the world that aren't humans--you'll gladly accept their destruction as well? What about the impact-ripples on the neighboring realities? Oh, I guess those people deserved it too, just for being by yours. Not everything is about what you think is important. Not everyone deserves to die just because they don't have knowledge that would send them insane."

Helen's half-risen and yelling, now. A few wait-rats have formed a bucket-chain to hurriedly gather most of her books off the table.

"My world likely has far many more people who deserve to die by your standards and other people’s, but I will save it. I don't know how dangerous your world is? You don't know how dangerous mine is.”

Helen picks up the last book, jerks a formal though highly irritated nod at him, and stomps back up the stairs. Behind her, the waitrats follow.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur shrugs.