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[goddamnemperor]

Do you want to die?

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[bluetilator]

I do not know.

[bluetilator]

We are only dancing in the wind, as much specks of dust as those beneath us.

[goddamnemperor]

The wind builds to a storm. Do you still wish to dance?

[bluetilator]

I will dance until there is nothing left to dance to, and all who see it will tremble.

[goddamnemperor]

No one will see it, Illyria. It will be wasted.

[bluetilator]

Then it will be wasted.

[goddamnemperor]

If I could, I would weep for you.

[bluetilator]

Weep for yourself.

[goddamnemperor]

That is impossible.

[bluetilator]

Is it that you do not have the tears to cry?

[goddamnemperor]

No. I only give water to the dead.

[bluetilator]

The dead have no use for it.

[goddamnemperor]

Only the dead can bring out such grief.

[bluetilator]

It is the living that grieve, not the dead, and the living that endure the pain of continued existence. There's is a fate more worthy of tears.

[goddamnemperor]

True. Perhaps we give moisture to both.

[say_thee_nay]

[So very curious, and yet unsure how to pose a question after that...]