Once again, I would like to point out that you weren't dealt the hand you received. And I'm certain that if you could change things, you would. But you can't. The only way to rid oneself of temptation is to yield to it, my dear Jon. It's stupid to martyr yourself and deny yourself the things you like.
That's lovely until you consider that my pleasure comes at the expense of other people. Even you have a heart where that's concerned. Or you'd have done far more to me when I was blind drunk in your bathtub.
[He doesn't actually remember, so Jon... hopes this is true.]
I can rattle off a solid list of humans who would want to hurt or kill people for their own purposes, 1 or 2 of which who would hurt or kill me specifically. Humanity's nothing special. It's just monsters with a different coat of paint.
Call it a matter of volume, then. Every monster I've met in my own world bar one or two has wanted to do horrible things to me. A majority of humans just don't care that I exist.
[The memory of billions of terrified voices screaming in his head as one is in his mind and for a moment, Jon can't respond. He doesn't know what to say. The point pierces through whatever mental barriers he though he'd had. Dorian's going to be waiting a while.]
They're far too terrified to care about me anymore.
The things that torment them consume. There is no out anymore. They drown, they fester, they lose their minds and their faces and still it is not enough. It will never be enough anymore because they cannot die. And they are watched. They are watched by a sky that is no longer a sky, but an endless field of bloodshot eyes.
I'm not sure if they think or they're creatures of pure instinct. I think the Watcher cares for me, but it's possible that's just a very human interpretation of its actions. I'm useful to it. Once that usefulness expires, I don't know what it might do to me.
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And I'm certain that if you could change things, you would.
But you can't. The only way to rid oneself of temptation is to yield to it, my dear Jon. It's stupid to martyr yourself and deny yourself the things you like.
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Even you have a heart where that's concerned.
Or you'd have done far more to me when I was blind drunk in your bathtub.
[He doesn't actually remember, so Jon... hopes this is true.]
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Trust me Jon, I've done much worse to others.
[ who has two thumbs and accidentally drove someone to suicide, this guy. ]
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Shall we count that as another reason you make me uncomfortable?
I'm trying to stay human, Dorian.
Metaphorically, if not physically.
You don't exactly encourage that.
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Usually?
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Humanity's nothing special. It's just monsters with a different coat of paint.
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Every monster I've met in my own world bar one or two has wanted to do horrible things to me.
A majority of humans just don't care that I exist.
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Their tune would change the moment the world learned about your Eye.
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They're far too terrified to care about me anymore.
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Is this about the Apocalypse thing? This might be about the Apocalypse thing.
Shit. ]
Of course people care about the things that scare them. They care and hope they won't ever see them again.
At least, most people do.
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There is no out anymore.
They drown, they fester, they lose their minds and their faces and still it is not enough.
It will never be enough anymore because they cannot die.
And they are watched.
They are watched by a sky that is no longer a sky, but an endless field of bloodshot eyes.
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This is interesting and wonderfully creepy but also what the fuck ]
Big Brother is quite literally watching you.
And it's better to be wary of the immediate danger than the big all-powerful eye in the sky.
Am I right?
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[He's trying to get himself under control and rein it in a bit.]
There are things that are closer.
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Eventually, you'd imagine the Eye would get bored.
What does it do when what it sees are things it's seen already?
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Its avatars are more in danger of that.
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That's why everything that can think seeks out exciting things at some point in their lives.
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I think the Watcher cares for me, but it's possible that's just a very human interpretation of its actions.
I'm useful to it.
Once that usefulness expires, I don't know what it might do to me.
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Stay useful.
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[He's pulled himself together enough to get back on track.]
I expect you to contact me when you have your new contract.
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[ cause he's a pain ]