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Once the meeting of alternates has concluded, it's back home for the resident monarchs. Zevros grouses about his alt not being reachable yet. And then he grouses about his alt not being a man for - for reasons. Edarial tries very, very hard not to think about those reasons, and makes a face every time it's brought up. Zevros has mercy on his twin, and Edarial doesn't have to make many faces before Zevros's desire to screw himself isn't brought up again.
He also tries very hard not to think about how all of his alts have killed someone. This time, he's not as successful. Edarial's not sure if Prime's killed someone before the fiasco that was finding him, so he might be absolved for that, but the other two certainly chose to. Neither of them regret it in the slightest. He knows this because he asked, quietly, privately. It was in the defense of their matching Bells. That's - he doesn't know how to feel about that. That's worrying.
Obviously, the solution is math. He asks both alts for their - mental numbers, the factors behind them, and then he scurries off to crunch his own and compare with what they have. Iobel didn't want to have a competition, but - this isn't that. He's comparing notes. If he's - likely to kill someone in defense of her, he'd like a heads up first.
Copious amounts of math is completed. Edarial is - kind of frightened by the results. He gets up, and he goes to find Iobel. Because according to Adarin-math, he is probably capable of killing people in her defense.
royal_obligation
come_midnight
"Maybe we should see if we can get our alts to escort us when we do things like that, then."
royal_obligation
Edarial nods.
"... I - still don't even remember most of what happened when I was concussed. It's a little distressing."
"... I - still don't even remember most of what happened when I was concussed. It's a little distressing."
come_midnight
"I didn't get a chance to write notes on it until much later, so I don't have - a verbatim transcript, but I can tell you some things."
come_midnight
"You were a lot less guarded. You made jokes and didn't seem like you were walking on eggshells. I'm not sure how much of that was your apparent expectation that you were going to die or that I should have let you."
come_midnight
"The nihilism per se wasn't so much a problem as the - I didn't like that you seemed to think I might agree with you if you suggested I let you die."
come_midnight
"You're welcome. I - I think sometimes you've seemed to think I'm fishing for compliments that I haven't earned or something, but a decent fraction of the things I'd like to have recognized about me include such glowing personality recommendations as not literally malicious enough to want an innocent person to die."
royal_obligation
"I - think it wasn't... About you," he sighs. "You just - happened to be there. I don't - think that you're malicious enough to want an innocent person to die."
come_midnight
"I worry that on some level you either think that, or - assign me the role of someone who is that malicious without thinking about it because your thought process requires the role be filled."
come_midnight
"Yeah. While you were concussed Berathyme ran interference when I thought of something I wasn't sure I should say - she said it boiled down to you being paranoid."
royal_obligation
"-If you get impatient, with - with me, no hard feelings if you just give up."
But he looks sad.
come_midnight
"I've thought about it," she says softly. "I'm still here. But - I wish it didn't take so long."
come_midnight
"Would you rather not bother? It wouldn't even have to be going to Chamomile, now, to be flaunted at and to acquire a daemon. I imagine Spring could find a use for me."