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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.
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royal_obligation
come_midnight
"Your nickname could be Composite, if you got tired of Rain."
Translation spells: useful for making impromptu puns in foreign languages.
Translation spells: useful for making impromptu puns in foreign languages.
royal_obligation
When he's recovered enough to actually manage spoken language, he snickers, "That - if I ever become the anti-Prime, I might change my nickname to that. Confuse everyone's mail."
come_midnight
"I wonder how many of us there will eventually be. If there's even a finite number."
come_midnight
"Like us. I guess. In the basics. With different - contexts. I wonder in the long run what fraction come in pairs."
come_midnight
"I suppose so. So far we haven't found any of either of us who are romancing anyone other than their opposite number - Spring was more or less single her entire life, first time around, Prime doesn't seem to have anyone at home."
come_midnight
"Five hundred years of singleness? Maybe. Though if it were that much of a problem for him - I don't know, I'd expect him to have addressed it somehow. By acting more interested in Spring, maybe, even if nobody from his world suited him."
royal_obligation
"I'd - have to have an extended conversation with him, to learn all of the details. But I don't think he likes the idea of flinging himself at anyone in particular."
royal_obligation
"This is guesswork, but - I think it's the principle of the matter."
royal_obligation
"... That... Okay, he wasn't in a coma for the five hundred years. He was doing stuff and accomplishing important things and changing the world, and honestly as of right now, his New Kystle is the best of all of the planes. Even Chamomile. So he's - not only is he so vastly different from the rest of us, but he's validated by all that he's done? I think?"
come_midnight
"And this means - what about the principle of looking for people to romance?"
royal_obligation
"That he's obviously gotten along just fine without, so he doesn't need to look for people to romance. Which may or may not be true. This is - just guesswork, I don't actually know what's going on in his head, just - what I would be doing if I were in his situation."
come_midnight
"That doesn't explain how he got to be the various intervening ages between say Max's and his own without ever getting anywhere."
royal_obligation
"I - don't know," sighs Edarial. "For all I know he might have a string of ex-girlfriends. I did give the caveat that it's guesswork."