Ouch.
Um.
I don't really know what to say to that.
I guess first of all, it's not rude and I'm glad you said it to me instead of keeping the thought to yourself.
It's just that's how
Everything
Weeping Cherry chews her pen and minimizes her HUD so she can think.
I mean, you're right, I am. Everything I've done has been done by ... learning how to do it, how to break it down into the smallest pieces, and understand each piece, and put it together again. Because that's how the one world I've been in works.
And I've had to learn a lot of painful lessons about how things break when you don't understand the pieces. There's a monument, on the Mar outside my home city, to all the people we hurt in the course of trying to make things better, either directly or with bad institutional design because we weren't smart enough to get everything right the first time.
And it was worth it, because we did it. Everyone in this world has enough. Enough food, enough shelter, enough options. But that doesn't mean that we didn't hurt people along the way, sometimes.
She's crying, now. She always gets weepy thinking about things like this. A drop of water falls on the notebook before she wipes it away.
So I'm scared, I guess.
This is the most important thing that's happened to me -- the chance to travel to other worlds and bring the good things we have here to them. And I'm so, so happy that you showed up. It's wonderful, and magical, and I wouldn't have it be otherwise.
But I'm scared that I'm going to mess something up and hurt people again.
A lot of the powers -- they don't seem friendly. Like, you have to take the mind control out. It's there by default. And I'm scared that I'm going to miss something else like that, something that only matters one time in a thousand, and I'm going to go out into the multiverse to save everyone -- because I can't not, right? I have to do this -- and I'm going to hurt people again.
And it will still be worth it. But I don't want to hurt people again if I can possibly help it.
She wants to say more, but she doesn't know what else to say. She sets the pen down on the desk, and her clothing is replaced with her comfortable dress, and she sits down on the grass where two members of her polycule just teleported in with some hot chocolate and a blanket, and she just cries for a while.