He pulls his scarf together and looks away, looking troubled. "If you have reviewed my past life, I would have thought you'd find me lacking all things considered." He purses his lips. "Unless you are referring to one of the more successful iterations of my life, assuming they exist and were not just manifestations of my own mind."
He looks back up. "And anyway, what am I traveling to, precisely? What is this... 'liminal space?' None of what you are saying makes sense to me."
"Nonsense," the Emperor says. "You do very well to embody my idiom. You are fond or order and structure, are you not?
"You are Traveling between worlds. Liminal space is a kind of in-between space. It attaches itself to worlds for a certain length of time and then moves on."
"Ah... I suppose I cannot deny that. Although I have begun to realize such things are in sadly low supply." Current company included, bro.
It takes a bit for him to wrap his head around things. He pushes his glasses up as he recollects his thoughts. "Different... worlds? Does this mean I would encounter different mes?" His idea of different worlds seems to be set already, and he doesn't seem happy about it.
"So I could... change things, then?" He frowns. "But is that really in my power? Is there a predictable end to something that I could reach by simply being logical?" ...Is he really asking about the Jaunts?
"It is how Synodiporia is played," the Emperor says. "Through you, our chosen, we aim to change the situations you are placed in for the better--and to better fit our idioms. As for the logical predictable ends... perhaps not when reality is governed by Fortune's idiom. When it is governed by mine once more, there will be."
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He looks back up. "And anyway, what am I traveling to, precisely? What is this... 'liminal space?' None of what you are saying makes sense to me."
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"You are Traveling between worlds. Liminal space is a kind of in-between space. It attaches itself to worlds for a certain length of time and then moves on."
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It takes a bit for him to wrap his head around things. He pushes his glasses up as he recollects his thoughts. "Different... worlds? Does this mean I would encounter different mes?" His idea of different worlds seems to be set already, and he doesn't seem happy about it.
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