[Week 14 | Day 3] [Solo] On the matter of souls. (backdated)
Who: Elfangor
Status: Closed, complete.
Style: Prose.
Where: Raisato - Allen's house, though this is entirely internalized.
When: Week 14, Day 4
Summary: Elfangor considers precisely why he was able to demorph two days ago.
The thing about Andalites is, they have an internal clock. Oh, nothing at all like the circadian rhythm of so many living organisms; it is an innate ability for Andalites to know precisely how much time has passed since a particular point in time that they have experienced. This ability can be distorted in certain circumstances, but for the most part, it is a functional ability.
Elfangor has been counting seconds, recounting them, again and again, ever since Allen had brought him to Raisato.
And they simply do not add up.
He knows that he had been in his human morph for... significantly longer than any reasonable time frame for being able to demorph. A week, he'd been in morph for a week--and yet, hadn't it seemed like so much longer?--but. But. He had been able to demorph. It didn't make sense.
Perhaps this nightmarish "party" of that goddess had done something, something to reset his morph time, but he doubts it. No, this is something... bigger. Something else entirely. He can feel it in his bones, like he is on the edge of something important, something fundamental to understanding this world. Because he knows, at least, that whatever is happening to him is intimately connected with the fact that he is here, in this strange nexus of worlds. That this would never be possible in his universe, not without the direct interference of the Ellimist.
The more he considers it, the more uneasy he feels.
Had he been able to demorph all this time? He had assumed... There was no reason to believe that it was possible for him to demorph, not after so many hours. So he had not even tried, had known it would be futile. And yet, the moment that he'd had a desperate need for his tail blade--he had been so focused on that need and surviving against those Taxxons that he hadn't even had time to realize he'd willfully demorphed. But no, that was what had happened. He'd wanted to demorph, and so he had done it.
But did that mean that he simply had to want it badly enough, like Allen had said before? He wasn't sure. Couldn't be sure anymore. But he didn't think so. No, he thinks that if he had only tried earlier, it would have happened.
Why? Why does the time limit not appear to apply any longer? Is it because the rate of passing time in this world is so skewed? No, that wouldn't make sense. Or would it? He'd heard it said by many people here that there are doppelgangers of them back in each of their own worlds, continuing on as though nothing here has ever occurred. As though those within this world are mere mirrors, reflected copies, trapped.
...Copies.
His mind latches onto that, and he knows that this is the key somehow.
Copies... yes, perhaps, but what is it to replicate a person's consciousness?
The connection falls into place.
If there truly are gods who rule this place, then they would not bother with mere consciousness; they would duplicate an individual's very soul.
And that would make everything far more complicated. For isn't the soul the essence, the quintessential self? Not necessarily restricted to physical form, for there can be dissonance between the physical and metaphysical selves. But if these gods were more concerned with souls than physical laws--and if the rapid reincarnation of the dead is any indication, this certainly appears to be true--then...
The fact of the matter is, he considers himself both Andalite and human. Truly, to his core. When he morphs human, it is not so much taking on borrowed form, as it is returning to another of his forms. His true forms, that reflect his idea of self, his essence. Elfangor and Alan both comprise who he is; he cannot be one without the other.
So perhaps... when he morphs, he cannot become trapped, because he is still himself. If the soul reigns over form here in Kannagara... then this would make sense.
...He will need to consider this further.
Status: Closed, complete.
Style: Prose.
Where: Raisato - Allen's house, though this is entirely internalized.
When: Week 14, Day 4
Summary: Elfangor considers precisely why he was able to demorph two days ago.
The thing about Andalites is, they have an internal clock. Oh, nothing at all like the circadian rhythm of so many living organisms; it is an innate ability for Andalites to know precisely how much time has passed since a particular point in time that they have experienced. This ability can be distorted in certain circumstances, but for the most part, it is a functional ability.
Elfangor has been counting seconds, recounting them, again and again, ever since Allen had brought him to Raisato.
And they simply do not add up.
He knows that he had been in his human morph for... significantly longer than any reasonable time frame for being able to demorph. A week, he'd been in morph for a week--and yet, hadn't it seemed like so much longer?--but. But. He had been able to demorph. It didn't make sense.
Perhaps this nightmarish "party" of that goddess had done something, something to reset his morph time, but he doubts it. No, this is something... bigger. Something else entirely. He can feel it in his bones, like he is on the edge of something important, something fundamental to understanding this world. Because he knows, at least, that whatever is happening to him is intimately connected with the fact that he is here, in this strange nexus of worlds. That this would never be possible in his universe, not without the direct interference of the Ellimist.
The more he considers it, the more uneasy he feels.
Had he been able to demorph all this time? He had assumed... There was no reason to believe that it was possible for him to demorph, not after so many hours. So he had not even tried, had known it would be futile. And yet, the moment that he'd had a desperate need for his tail blade--he had been so focused on that need and surviving against those Taxxons that he hadn't even had time to realize he'd willfully demorphed. But no, that was what had happened. He'd wanted to demorph, and so he had done it.
But did that mean that he simply had to want it badly enough, like Allen had said before? He wasn't sure. Couldn't be sure anymore. But he didn't think so. No, he thinks that if he had only tried earlier, it would have happened.
Why? Why does the time limit not appear to apply any longer? Is it because the rate of passing time in this world is so skewed? No, that wouldn't make sense. Or would it? He'd heard it said by many people here that there are doppelgangers of them back in each of their own worlds, continuing on as though nothing here has ever occurred. As though those within this world are mere mirrors, reflected copies, trapped.
...Copies.
His mind latches onto that, and he knows that this is the key somehow.
Copies... yes, perhaps, but what is it to replicate a person's consciousness?
The connection falls into place.
If there truly are gods who rule this place, then they would not bother with mere consciousness; they would duplicate an individual's very soul.
And that would make everything far more complicated. For isn't the soul the essence, the quintessential self? Not necessarily restricted to physical form, for there can be dissonance between the physical and metaphysical selves. But if these gods were more concerned with souls than physical laws--and if the rapid reincarnation of the dead is any indication, this certainly appears to be true--then...
The fact of the matter is, he considers himself both Andalite and human. Truly, to his core. When he morphs human, it is not so much taking on borrowed form, as it is returning to another of his forms. His true forms, that reflect his idea of self, his essence. Elfangor and Alan both comprise who he is; he cannot be one without the other.
So perhaps... when he morphs, he cannot become trapped, because he is still himself. If the soul reigns over form here in Kannagara... then this would make sense.
...He will need to consider this further.