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[It takes a second, but he adds]

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I did deduce the first part.

[He shrugs.]

[Setting it now, as a precautionary measure.]

The war, or my occupation?

The war. I'd hardly call your occupation a deduction.

[He laughs.]

Well, neither would I. What do you mean by 'the first part'?

Everything prior to my reading back.

And after reading back?

[His voice is gentle, prompting.]

Hm?

[Honestly unsure what he means.]

Any more stellar deductions, sir? Though I do suppose I've given most of it away in the past. Hm.

Yes, I just read the rest.

[He says this like it's nothing special. To him, it isn't; anyone can read.]

I'm glad I won't surprise you, then!

You might be able to answer some of my questions.

I might.

What should I know about this place that people do not talk about openly?

[He thinks about it for a long moment.]

The Inner City. Even I don't know much about that. It's where the scientists who brought us here reside, along with the Animus. Since I've been here, all attempts to breach the inner walls have failed.

I see.

Not many people are even aware of it- mostly, they swallow the fact that they were dragged by evil spirits and scientists, and don't ask any more questions.

It's easier to face an insurmountable problem than a difficult one.

The first doesn't imply failure.

That's true.

[Resting his chin on his hand.]

I'd probably be more interested if I cared about it more. I'll go home soon enough, I don't need to bully them into it. I'm a rather patient person.

Edited 2011-01-10 06:54 (UTC)

You would have to be.

What is it that humans don't talk about?

Excuse me? I'm not quite sure what you mean.

Yes you do.

What is it that our perspective limits us from seeing?

[He... doesn't seem to really know how to answer that. People generally aren't aware of what they don't know, and in general, can't appreciate it well. Yuca's mostly given up trying to explain it to people.

But this...]

...impermanence. But- I suppose that was a logical guess from you, wasn't it? No... no, it's much more than you can comprehend. [His eyes darken slightly, and Yuca is suddenly and unmistakably, very old and very formidable. It's hard to imagine him even having the same face as the man before him.] You're of the mind that you're clever- perhaps you think yourself a genius? Do you think the world is going to care when you die? Oh, maybe a few people will go to your funeral, a friend might cry, but you'll be forgotten. Buried. In fifty years, nobody will remember your name anymore. Nobody will care that you were smart. Your problems, your depressing moments, your happiness- none of it matters. None of it will ever matter. You are just like everyone else.

Thank you. That was enlightening.

I'm sure it wasn't.

[He grins again, suddenly.]

But you're welcome.

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