"Yes, it would," they agree. Such an idea is beyond belief. Beyond actualization. They take comfort in the small tranquility they are afforded in this bubble. Such a thing could never exist in the real world. A world of harsh truths and bitter wounds. However, for the purpose of the ball, agreeing is easier.
People existed to be used, especially if it was for a purpose. When a true leader shines their light on the people, they might find their way. But otherwise, people were as good at sifting through dust in the dark.
"One can do their part," the mask copies. One hopes they do enough. One hopes that their sacrifices will make a world worth living in.
"Feel free to enjoy the sea life," they answer. "I will stay here for a while. Until my duties call me."
“Take this, then. By now you may have several, but no matter.”
Off of a clasp, the clink of charms. They pass one to the other mask with no expectation for exchange. What they do offer is a vague nod to a section of sea life before them -- holding a larger echo of the charm they had just given.
“I will remember tonight's respite the next time I gaze at mine. I hope that you, too, find such peace in the future.” Duties or otherwise. Humanity, truths, or otherwise.
For who out there could truly say, with absolute certainty, what light or lackthereof the future would bring?
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