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[digger]

...If you wanted to share some kind of message with a younger version of yourself, what would you say?

[Simon's in the plaza today, hanging out by the fountain and pondering his journal. At some point he might be scribbling out a note on a loose sheet of paper.]

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[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

...You were in a mountain? Why?

[depressedude]

It was a little hotter than a mountain. Mt. Zaleho is an active volcano.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[To say that's horrifying is putting it lightly.]

...I suppose a short life would be easier than living. But is it really better? What makes life so terrible?

[depressedude]

[Isn't he just such a ray of sunshine? He replies as though the answer is the most obvious thing.]

Because there's no point to it. I was made for a purpose I couldn't even fulfill. I should have burned with the rest of the trash.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Not exactly sunshine. His tone is probably a bit odd.]

No one can ever give someone else a purpose. It's something you find for yourself.

[depressedude]

[An empty laugh.] That's what you say, but you're different than I am. You were probably born unique. I was created as part of set, and they only needed one.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Created...?

[depressedude]

I'm a replica. A failed copy of the deceased Fon Master.

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[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[That's pretty much entirely lost on him, but the lack of individuality is... well. It speaks for itself.]

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[He'll just go ahead and lock this, just in case.]

...Where I come from, a friend of mine was created differently from normal humans. He was made to serve a purpose, like you- to share with the world the tale of one man's victory over another.

[Locked]

[depressedude]

...but he still had a purpose, yes?

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. The man who boasted his coming victory died the same day. It's not the kind of story he was created to tell.

[Locked]

[depressedude]

So his existence was pointless, as well? [There's no harshness in his voice when he speaks.]

...what did he do?

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

He lived on. He searched for a new purpose, a new way of living. And even when he lost that, he still clung to life, fighting and never giving up. A very admirable man.

[Locked]

[depressedude]

He must have been strong...

[Pause.]

I guess that works for some people, but I don't see it working for me.

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Why not you?

[Locked]

[depressedude]

I don't have anywhere else to go once the Malnosso decide to make me leave this place.

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

You could find a place for yourself. That's just a part of being alive.

[Locked]

[depressedude]

Yes, and that is why it wouldn't work for me. I'm not alive anymore.

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[...Ah. That would be a problem, then.]

I'm sorry...

[Locked]

[depressedude]

You don't have to apologize. I died the way I wanted to die. Of course, that makes being stuck here even more annoying than it would have been otherwise...

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

The way you wanted to die...? [That's just depressing.] Have you been here long?

[Locked]

[depressedude]

[He doesn't seem to think so, but he's pretty twisted.] A few months now, but this is my second time here. I was only gone for a few weeks before they dragged me back.

[Locked]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Couldn't you find yourself a new purpose here? You're alive in this place, after all.

[Locked]

[depressedude]

What's the point when I could just get taken back at any time?