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POKEGO GROUP CHAT [POKEGO MEMBERS ONLY] v.3
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[He doesn't want this. He wants to curl under a rock and die. He's earth element. He can pull that off. Say goodbye to Jun for him. ]
Both usually, if you ask anyone who knows me.
But that's besides the point! It's okay, the one payment is fine. Please don't make this a thing.
I don't understand the memes. Is that Japan??????
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[ fortify, little forgemaster. fortify! ]
To speak plainly to you, my young idealist:
[ and here's where the private filter slips on. ]
I could pay for ten destination weddings for you and every person you hold dear in ten different countries with ten different sets of luxury accommodations, and I would still feel no financial strain from the sacrifice.
I have money.
The goodness of Kaisou's heart failed to rally for Sampo when he asked for help, so you'll indulge me if I've decided to deal with things on my terms and in my way. Money brings more people to account than kindness does.
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Yes, it's Japan. I have no idea how that's significant to the expression in the picture.
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[And then the private filter comes on and Varian stops typing for a while. He reads what Gil has to say, he feels the bloom of guilt for not answering the call - hell, he hadn't even noticed it with everything going on. But not seeing the problem doesn't take the pain out of the result of everyone doing that even slightly.
This is something he knows about only too well. An old would stirs in his heart, one that's never fully healed - one he doubts will ever be, really. And with it comes an understanding he was missing before.]
There are other ways that work too. At least this one is relatively harmless.
Sorry that he was failed. That doesn't do anything, I know. It doesn't change that he was, and it won't make you feel any better regardless. But I'm sorry all the same. I'll do what I can to make that right. And you do whatever you need to do, too.
[He's not even gonna provide any more comentary on the meme.]
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[ it's fun to text people so that you can dress your pain up as anger and hope that nobody picks up on the underpinnings of the distress you're feeling--especially when you're a man who's not used to distress. or pain. or feeling.
one wound lances another, and Gilgamesh is steadfast in wielding the blade. sometimes it has to hurt before it can begin to knit. ]
And perhaps you're right. Perhaps the good nature of the city will come together and save Sam and it'll all be something we can laugh about in the twilight of a job well done.
But if he dies because I didn't try everything--if he leaves me for a second time in this lifetime--I cannot promise there will be anything rational left in me.
Sampo carries some blame in the matter. He's suffered alone and downplayed what's been happening. People do not take him seriously because he's a conman and a trickster. The lives of others are insignificant to me, but mean everything to them; thus our worlds turn in opposite spheres and it makes sense that things slip into the cracks.
If I must burn the world down to see him restored, than he and I will reckon with that aftermath in the flames.
I'd prefer to see cute photos from your wedding in three or four years while Sampo whines at me because I still won't call him my boyfriend in public.
[ he hates this feeling of being so human and having it escape but what's he supposed to do--tell people who see him regularly how he's feeling so that they can be aware he's got cracks in his armor? no thank you. ]
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...But walking away from it doesn't make it any less apparent in the rearview mirror. ]
Just because he downplayed it or just because no one took him seriously doesn't make him any less failed. It doesn't matter that it makes sense that he slipped through the cracks. He still did and that's something we're all going to have to try and make right. It's on all of us.
You won't feel it right now. And you'll feel it even less if he doesn't survive this, but word of advice? Burning the world down never works as well as you think it does. Even if you... if you cremate everything around you, even if you raze every inch of the world until it's just ashes, it doesn't help. It won't bring him back, it won't fix anything. And maybe at that point you won't want it to be fixed - maybe you won't care that there's nothing left.
...But eventually that aftermath will come and all you'll feel is empty. And maybe... maybe that's better than feeling sad and scared about what's happened to him. Because anything is better than that. But it's really, really not. That empty feeling doesn't last half as long as you hope it would. And then all you're left is the exact same pain you're feeling now, except there's no longer any way to make it stop.
[ But he doesn't know anything about that! SO! ]
...So, yeah. I'd rather the second thing, too. So I guess for all our sakes, we're gonna have to find a way to make this work and save your boyfriend's life, huh?
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the second wishes to commiserate. to lean into the connection, however brief. the King does not understand Gil, and Gil finds the King charmingly antiquated in his notions, despite his own often repeated protests. ]
I've tried to destroy the world before.
Well. Not me specifically. Not yet.
But the King's come to the modern world in other lives, other times, and found everything wanting--found it all to be rotten and vapid without a single man of worth to be found among the wreckage of his garden, and therefore, he came to desire a purge of the weak and the worthless while he intended to build anew from the ashes. Humans are but mongrels, after all; passing amusements that fill space and die while the King keeps a distant, eternal sentinel, loathing the gods for their pathetic scrabbling for scraps of authority and contemptuous of humanity for their mewling weakness and their beggarly natures. He is greater and lesser than both sides of his heritage, and can be claimed by neither side.
The world was a mockery of the King's world, and therefore, it mattered not to him. The King is always empty, for nothing stands equal to him, as the only friend he ever counted was stripped from him as a punishment by the gods.
I've always felt very empty, myself. I inherited that loneliness in my own way, and I'm sure the weeping of the heinously wealthy sounds just as bitter to the ear as it's being dried with silk kerchiefs. [ if he acknowledged emojis outside of making people angry by using them, he'd maybe put a laughing on there, for tone. ] I don't need it to work well. He's a bright color in a life that's been beautifully sterile in tones of white and gold, and if he dies I do not have it in me to be graceful about it.
The King held Enkidu's corpse until it rotted to clay, and then walked the earth for years in search of immortality so that he might never fear his own death. A snake ate the herb that he found and he rose to become a Wise King until the end of his days.
I've made so many mistakes in caring in the first place. I've indulged my humanity for far too long, and made all of these terrible connections to people, and I care so very much. If I lose that connection, the price will need to be paid for it. I am angry about how I feel right now, and I will be angry if I have to feel that emotion die in my breast.
And that will go somewhere. I will bear the weight of whatever comes next because that is the burden of the King--of the man who makes the decision. That is what being an absolute in life means.
[ it is indeed like looking in the mirror and seeing his reverse--the flipside of the coin, the cruelty of feeding a man a meal before you left him to starve. emotions are messy, wretched things. ]
How much can a wedding cost anyway? 100,000$ for a simple spread?
Don't call him my boyfriend. I'm still cross with him and he's losing the title as a consequence.
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But the more he reads, the more he realises just how very much in a different league Gil is. Jesus. ]
Oh. Wow. That's... a lot.
I can't begin to understand what it's like to have so much... life in your memories. I'm not one of the people in the city who got reincarnated. I've only just lived this life, but I just... I don't know. Wanted you to feel less alone about it.
It's not a mistake to care. Even if it ends up like this. I'm sorry you don't believe in that. I'm even more sorry if everyone ends up having to pay for that.
[ And what will come from doing that. He rather likes this city and it's not like he can go anywhere else anyway. He'd rather it not burn with him in it. ]
I looked up wedding costs from the closest earth-culture to the one dad is from and yeah, unfortunately sometimes. Ergo the telling off and the resulting saving.
Is... is that how it works? He loses the title?