"You can pass by being you. Not at all the same thing."

"Similar difficulty level, and do you notice the contradiction here -"

"You can get your interesting challenge from lots of other things, I don't have to be the primary source, there's a multiverse."

"That's not the contradiction. I being me am going to keep finding it unsatisfactory that I can't discriminate between ways of treating you the way I'm accustomed to doing. You might get me to shut up about it eventually, I guess."

"Or I might get better at coming off properly appreciative."

"I can, you know, and it's probably fairer, I think the way the other ones cope is checking what they'd act like if they were okay and then assuming their preferences off that -"

"I want you to be happy."

"I'm increasingly unclear on what you think I get out of having you at all. If I want a prop that looks like you with no internal experiences I have to worry about that does whatever I want and produces whatever reactions I find preferable I can go the fuck to sleep."

"I have no idea what you get out of having me! I thought you'd be significantly more okay with letting me die than you were!"

"Hell of a place for your people-modeling skills to fall down on the job - is this how you assume everybody's relationships work - is this how you work, if I turned up suicidal one day would you go 'oh well nice knowing you' -"

"Of course not. But - there are people who I'd help, if they told me that was what they wanted, because they'd mean it - you'd want me to fix it, whatever you wanted in the moment, so I'd do that -"

"Whereas you don't want it fixed and compromised on the coma and tolerated Boots out of some sense of obligation to my poorly understood interest in your continued existence -"

"I want to fulfill my obligations to all of the people who care about me. I want everyone in the multiverse completely and irrevocably safe from suffering, and Eru just made it abundantly clear I can't have that and can't even really make particularly confident steps towards it. I - can guess, at everything else, but that's all it is, guessing."

"Can you - predict, in a few years when you're more adjusted and more convinced and everything, what you would've wanted me to do."

"Whatever makes you happy." 

"If you think it'll help with Liz to tell her stuff do that, won't do me any harm. I shouldn't actually be there, I should hang back where magic works and be reading a live transcript while you talk so I can give you predictions."

"Okay."

"Whenever you're ready we can summon the magic rock back."

"I'm ready."

So the magic rock and the lockdown Elf come by and Liz is alive, asleep, de-magicked, and ready to be hopped out of neighborhood to somewhere out-of-the-way in Wish.

"How do we do the transcript -"

"Computer'll do it as long as you're talking aloud -" She shows her. "If it drops into osanwë you can enter text by brain interface without it being obvious though."

"Okay. And you can message me if something's up ="