( confess: even in an infinite number of timelines, knowing behaviors of each and every being, after infinities of observation and careful, painstaking notes, a mental catalog of each being, their nature, their effect on time - after this, it still takes him off guard. not the kindness [ footnote: monsters in most timelines believe the SOUL grows stronger by compassion, thus most are kind out of will, and this is no great shock ] but the acceptance, and how often it comes. the ratio is thus: for every shocked, frightened response, there is one easy, accepting one. and all the rest anomalies never meant to happen.
identify the problem: walking has always been an issue. when the form moves, it does so in defiance of nature, fluid and jerky and with pieces fading in and out of such so-called reality. it is, as it were, a difficult thing to hide.
teleportation, in its risk, would be easier. )
‘ WHILE I THANK YOU FOR THE OFFER,
I REALLY MUST DECLINE IT. ’
( move hands perhaps too fast, fold them in on each other afterwards. sway form, root still sticking in place while what perhaps could be called shoulders follow motion, core stretching.
realize: the encounter will not stick in the memory. damn it all. follow in unnatural step. )
‘ I AM SURE YOU HAVE OTHER THINGS
WITH WHICH TO OCCUPY YOUR PRECIOUS TIME. ’
There’s a type of surprise in the ex-king’s expression that cannot be denied, but it swiftly fades into the kindness that he had shown a mere minute prior to seeing the signing that is quicker than he is used to. ( How adept of the other monster, to know such language so aptly to know what to sign and so quick. ) What’s even more shocking is that he believes he recognizes it from someone else -- a different time, a different place, maybe back before everything went wrong. ( No, he is not shocked because of the fact that he understands the mute-mouthed language, for he had once been taught it by a human that previously fell here, only to leave like all the rest. He is shocked because there is a certain familiarity of the other’s usage that strikes him as odd. Off, in some way he cannot quite describe. ) The translation is easy, though perhaps not swift, but he does let out a hearty laughter -- as if he were speaking to an old friend.
“ my good sir, you make a fine point. that is,
if it were true. most of my time is to tidy up
the ruins for any humans that fall here, and
hope in vain that we may one day be free.
surely you understand this? ”
The question is rhetorical, the blatancy of it being held within that gentle laugh that shakes his shoulders, echoing in the corridors as the monster walks side by side with someone whom he does not know, but is glad for their company nonetheless. The quiet air is pierced, once again, by the voice that once cried for so many nights in a row, thrumming gently with joy to see such a broad smile on the boss monster’s features once again.
“ may i ask how you got into the ruins
without my notice? i do not intend to
sound rude, but i am quite curious. ”
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