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Mirai has close to her normal level of self-esteem and functionality back, enough of it to go down to the bar by herself. It's ultimately not much of a change from what she was doing in her room. She tucks herself in a secluded booth, buries herself in a blanket, and picks at a plate of nachos.

Bringing more nachos would be nice.

[ooc: Warning for discussion of suicidal ideation in the threads.]

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"No. You are not unpleasant. Would you like to know who is too unpleasant?" And he's going to tell her anyway, because that's what he does. "Here and There are horribly unpleasant."

This makes perfect sense to him, but obviously not to her.

"....that sounds more like what a Fool would say," Mirai tells him. "Autor-senpai didn't tell you about the unpleasant things."

Which, to Autor's credit, means he's kept his word to her.

"I don't even know if I can live in my world. I'll probably be locked up or executed, or if not living outside of society for however long I want to stay alive. Pleasant people don't have to make choices like that."

Crossing his arms and sniffing briefly, he says, "They're very unpleasant people. They refuse to tell me which one is which."

But, then he ambles along in the conversation. "Why would you be locked up or executed?"

"....I killed someone."

This earns a look of "... and?" from the Fool. Clearly killing someone isn't high on his list of things that make you a horrible person.

Edited (wrong icon) 2014-12-09 01:29 (UTC)

Why is that never enough for people in Milliways? Did everyone somehow forget that killing is typically frowned upon?

"That... pleasant people usually don't do that."

She probably has run into the wrong people or a lot of soldiers.

The Fool thinks about this for a moment. "Well, Death's Shadow is fairly unpleasant and he does kill people... or gets people to kill other people... he likes making people betray others. It's funny to him." Rocking back on his chair again before thumping forward he then goes on to ask, "Why did you kill someone?"

"Does it matter?" she asks, even though everyone she's spoken to about it has insisted to some degree that it does. "...she was possessed. Th-the Hollow Shadow took Yui. And... and all I could do to stop it was..."

"Apparently not to you." He flicks his fingers idly at her. "The purest souls tend to get the most upset at any sort of killing, justified or not. When I had one I had trouble beheading chickens and slaughtering livestock even though if we didn't we wouldn't have food in the winter."

".....you don't have a soul?"

"Not one at all." He gestures down to his shadow which flickers and moves like he's sitting in front of a large fire... even though he's not and the shadow is pointing in completely the wrong direction of the fire or the lighting in general. It's just pointing behind him.

Her mouth falls open, her glasses slide just a little down her nose, and she screeches, "That sounds so unpleasant!"

Sorry about your ears, Jocundos.

Yeah, Jocundos whines and wiggles under the Fool's chair. Horrid noise.

"That's what most people say."

"How did that even happen?!"

"I became the Fool. It didn't hurt, by the way. One moment I was Alexander and then I was the Fool."

It's actually a bit more complicated than that, but for now it's good enough.

"Just like that?" she asks, somewhat mollified.

"Yes. Just like that." He smiles a little at her. "That was... several hundred years ago."

"You've been alive for that long?" Well, whatever counts as alive without a soul.

"I have been. It's been quite interesting," the Fool says. "Being alive allows you to see all sorts of interesting things."

She gives a noncommittal hum at that. She's still not sure she could have such a life herself.

Note that he said interesting, not good or wonderful things.

"Do you think you'll kill someone again?"

That's not the part she's noncommittal about.

"I don't want to," she answers.

"That's good."

It doesn't feel like it's good enough, though.

She leans her head on her knees again and goes, "Is there anything else you want?"

"Pickles... and some fish and chips."

What? She wasn't specific.

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