-Levack however, decides to head inside again-
-and he's noticed you, Rennor-
You- you're dead aren't you?
Or- no. That hasn't happened yet, has it?
Time... time I can't do much about time. Always- so confusing to know where you are.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYes.
Yes- you're not.
Or are you?
I've never conclusively proven to myself whether there is- something beyond death.
Hrmm... I know you, Rennor. But- I don't think you know me- or well you did know me... unless this is- time messing with everything, and dimensions and- lines.
Lines of paths not tread. Chester Aggripson you know me as, yes? Well I am not him- not now. I am Levack.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI solved a problem, Chester wouldn't solve.
There are no Witch-hunters now. I dealt with that, as well as the biggest Witch-Hunter.
Chester wouldn't do it, so I did.
I can't be Chester now, Chester wouldn't do that- because he's a coward.
He was too afraid to spill blood when he had to, so I had to make sure everyone is safe.
They had to be safe, you understand?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOf course they're safe-
They're always safe.
From Witch Hunters...
But- they just- keep coming back.
Their- hateful little pathetic souls. I try to give them freedom, and their pitiful emotions- their hate, intolerance and envy- it ruins everything!
Do I have to step in so they can have a utopia? Sometimes I wonder whether I should be done with that- sentient sort. No more of that. No more. They're too much trouble. At least a domestic animal can be forgiven to their instincts.
-seems to switch to a more gentle tone- Though, I would miss conversation so perhaps I will have to intervene for their own benefit... They may have their little flaws, but don't we all?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postAnd sacrifice my values to the altar of apathy and indecision?
You speak as if I should return to that- failure of a name.
Chester Aggripson.
Do you know how many innocents died during those Witch-Hunts that Chester so shamelessly avoided?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postNo, no, no, no.
I save who I can.
Nature has it's course, yes...
But then there are those unnatural deaths.
They can be avoided if you just step in and steer the path.
A man who sanctions a Witch Hunt, need not utter a single word to stir the mob if his throat is slit.
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-Levack chooses to stand from the table-
-and just sort of walks through a wall-
-as if he were just an illusion-
-still seems to mutter incomprehensibly under his breath-
A stroll will help me decide, a nice stroll... I like these. I need to do more of these but- there's always something else to do... -stops in his tracks just outside the wall-
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