[ The next sentiment goes appreciated in silence. His choice has led to a small cascade of choices, his and other people's, that - in spite of the cost - he's proud of. He holds his anger close as a shield against the loss, and it keeps him from stumbling.
But the conversation has moved to easier and more important things, so he lets it. As good a time as any to share the fear he's been nursing since they got back from the commune - though first, a little salt. ]
This might be its most active assault on us, but it's not like this is the first time Saltburnt has let us suffer when it seems to have the power to neutralize threats on a whim.
Far as what it has worth taking: access to possibly infinite worlds and timelines seems like a natural thing to covet, if you're an entity into that kind of thing.
[ He almost leaves it there - but something else has been nagging at him. Begrudgingly, given how unwilling he is to give the walls around them even the smallest benefit of the doubt: ]
The thing out there has been in here before The House either didn't or couldn't stop it then And it took things from us, like we've had them taken from us now. Like we had them taken in the commune.
It's spoken to us. Accessed the network If the house is a fortress against it, that fortress is far from absolute
[ And if the death games had been a way to undermine their trust in each other, what kind of scale would it need to work on to find a way to finally turn them all together on the House? ]
The Balfours decide to make us their involuntary workforce and suddenly all our parts of the house are no longer accessible to us. We can't get into our new rooms unless we've hit our quotas Our powers are ineffective against the camera equipment used to keep us in check Their use is discouraged They're taken away
Do you think it's more likely that all this is happening because the Balfours are asking the House nicely Or because the Balfours are figures in a doll's house, made out of the same wood as the walls, all moved by the same hand
[ Is he delirious, onto something, or on something? Stay tuned. ]
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[ The next sentiment goes appreciated in silence. His choice has led to a small cascade of choices, his and other people's, that - in spite of the cost - he's proud of. He holds his anger close as a shield against the loss, and it keeps him from stumbling.
But the conversation has moved to easier and more important things, so he lets it. As good a time as any to share the fear he's been nursing since they got back from the commune - though first, a little salt. ]
This might be its most active assault on us, but it's not like this is the first time Saltburnt has let us suffer when it seems to have the power to neutralize threats on a whim.
Far as what it has worth taking: access to possibly infinite worlds and timelines seems like a natural thing to covet, if you're an entity into that kind of thing.
[ He almost leaves it there - but something else has been nagging at him. Begrudgingly, given how unwilling he is to give the walls around them even the smallest benefit of the doubt: ]
The thing out there has been in here before
The House either didn't or couldn't stop it then
And it took things from us, like we've had them taken from us now. Like we had them taken in the commune.
It's spoken to us. Accessed the network
If the house is a fortress against it, that fortress is far from absolute
[ And if the death games had been a way to undermine their trust in each other, what kind of scale would it need to work on to find a way to finally turn them all together on the House? ]
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[ a long pause. ]
do you think either of them talk to the balfours?
they’ve been here longest
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Our powers are ineffective against the camera equipment used to keep us in check
Their use is discouraged
They're taken away
Do you think it's more likely that all this is happening because the Balfours are asking the House nicely
Or because the Balfours are figures in a doll's house, made out of the same wood as the walls, all moved by the same hand
[ Is he delirious, onto something, or on something? Stay tuned. ]