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[chokuto]

UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )

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[hallowing]

wtf is this 'needed' shit??

（ kid u are Too Easy. ）

i actually have no idea how many days it's been. a month???

[chokuto]

A little over a week.

What's wrong with you?

[This is meant sincerely, though it may be lost in translation.]

[hallowing]

i have neither the time nor the character limit to answer that question to ur nosy satisfaction

[chokuto]

I'm getting that.

[If it really is an accurate number, then...]

Your sense of time and your memory are unreliable?

[hallowing]

do you want the honest answer or the irreverent one?

[chokuto]

Honest.

[hallowing]

okay.

but then you have to answer something too. not now. some day.

deal?

[chokuto]

[He doesn't like that at all—promising a piece of himself to uncertainty, not knowing what it may be. But he finds that he wants this answer more.]

Fine.

[hallowing]

pls keep in mind that my magnanimous willingness to humour ur weird morbid curiosity is eventually going to render me BORING and then where will u be? ur crops will be dust, fields fallow, NOT flourishing in ANY lane tbqh.

anyways. the brain's not meant to last this long.

information overwrites pathways in the mind. like walking on grass. you wear it down to dirt over time.

so it's ten thousand years of grass, and dirt, and grass, and dirt.

but u saw the healing. so the dmg doesn't stick. 🥳, right?

except neither does the info. dates, times, people, worlds. languages.

really good fucking brownie recipes, SMH goddamn.

[chokuto]

[It's not far off from where his mind had already begun to venture on the premise of 10,000 years. Yet Sasuke doesn't enjoy hearing the actual truth. Because, to him, it does not suggest the sort of immortality he has seen other men hunt their entire lives to possess—Orochimaru at the forefront of the most well-known examples.

As if living forever is a gift, and death the worst possible alternative. In light of this, he can't really see how that could be true.]

I'm sorry.

[It's the first thing that swims up in his thoughts, reactionary.]

My attention isn't so shallow, though. Even if I don't know what that has to do with crops or fields. I am not a farmer.

[help]

[hallowing]

nah, don't be. it is what it is.

and o good bc i am and idk if i could take another inter-farming rivalry this late in life. u canNOT thresh a better wheat than me js js

[chokuto]

Are you using humor to deflect, or is this just how you are?

I have more questions, but I won't ask them now. Think about what you want my own honesty on sooner rather than later.

[so he doesn't have to agonize over it... #bossy]

[hallowing]

if i cared abt actually deflecting u wouldn't know a thing abt me as an FYI.

man there's not a statute of limitations on questions, go ahead and ask whatever u want. if i don't wanna answer i'll tell u to fuck off.

as for my question @ u, u never know. maybe i'll just forget abt it 😌

[chokuto]

Then I'll remind you.

If I ask how you became this way are you going to answer? Or will that require another promise of honesty to be paid at some ambiguous time?

[hallowing]

well, i wouldn't NOT answer

[chokuto]

[???]

What does that mean.

[hallowing]

do i need to use smaller words, or...

1/2

[chokuto]

[chokuto]

Then, how did you become this way?

10,000 years is an unfathomable amount of time. Your condition isn't enviable. I would guess you are unique to your dimension, but I can't know that for sure.

There was something... else that I sensed in your presence when I first saw you. Does that have to do with it?

[hallowing]

i'm a god. little g.

but i was born human. or humanish, i guess. i don't actually remember much from then.

（ he has one clear memory from that time. his wife, with their daughter on her hip, silhouetted by a setting sun. it's the only thing he's managed to hold onto, to claw back into being. and he has done his best to forcibly memorize that moment, reburning it into those pathways again, and again, and again. like any document that's been faxed too many times, he's sure he's lost detail. did he know her eye colour, once? their daughter's name? did his wife smell like clover, or herbs, or bread? he thinks she might have been a soldier, but maybe that's just a false memory that's slipped in through the cracks of his mind, given his current affinity. ）

the 'ascension', if u wanna call it that bc gods are dumb actually, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars and certainly do not adulate those motherfuckers, got fucked up. that's rly all there is to it. i guess u could say im unique in that it hasn't happened to anyone else before or since over in my neck of the woods, tho tbf i don't spend a lot of time giving a fuck abt Celestial Affairs.

[chokuto]

[It's not like he is expecting a good story.

Still, it seems impossibly unfair. A mistake made by whom—the gods themselves? An undeserved fate, certainly, if it means living forever and being unable to die while shackled to an unreliable mind. The divide between life and death is so significant to the identity of a shinobi that it's difficult to comprehend something like this. But he is used to difficulty, at least.]

Was it willing? The 'Ascension' as you called it.

[hallowing]

nah. but what's one life, right?

for legal purposes that is a rhetorical question steeped in gallow's humour

[chokuto]

And the other gods, the ones who did this to you? What happened to them?

[hallowing]

( if you are planning your revenge, dig two graves. he doesn't know if he'd kill iantha if he had a chance, but to neatly solve for that paradox of emotional trauma he's just refused to be in the same room as her for roughly nine millennia.

could he sacrifice a world and its peoples in the name of vengeance?

probably not, but half the battle, when dealing with addiction, is removing the temptation in the first place. )

idk. presumably they're out there doing god things.

mysteriously, i do not get invited to the family reunions.

[chokuto]

[What does he say after Cyram was willing to share that?

Does he even trust it? He has no reason to. Yet it doesn't feel like a lie, and nothing this man has done feels particularly malicious. Still—he's admitted himself that his brain is damaged.]

I didn't actually think you would answer.

[just say thank you????]

What is it that you do, if not 'god things'? In your dimension.