uncomfortable questions + action

[takeabow]

Who: Nova + U
Broadcast: Video
Action: On SS First Breath or planetside
When: now

[ a video pops up. Nova is looking mmmmore rested than she has in previous videos, but thoughtful and slightly distant ]

I have a weird question... have you ever met someone in one of these places who's supposed to be dead? Or... I guess, are you? How do you know?

[ she's also available to be found just outside of town on the dusty moon, or back on her ship later ]

Comments

[takeabow]

Maybe in your world.

[notkittenaround]

I do not believe any soul could be destroyed in full. Even if mere fragments remain, the rest exists.

[takeabow]

Even if that's true, it doesn't mean anything for the people who are left behind.

[ she sounds really cynical about all of this ]

[notkittenaround]

It means they might meet again. I have seen where the dead souls of my world go, and heard the words of the Mothercrystal.

[takeabow]

I don't know. I think that's just for you guys.

[notkittenaround]

Have you been beyond the gate of death?

[takeabow]

No. I try to avoid it.

[notkittenaround]

Then why would you believe such sadness, when you speak with the already dead? Hope is no foolish endeavour.

[takeabow]

[ that does leave her a bit at a loss for words. this is a complicated subject and she's regretting bringing it up at all. she's not a fan of having her worldview challenged, in general, but when she speaks it's mostly just... withdrawn ]

Where I'm from, it usually is.

[notkittenaround]

[ She speaks with quiet sincerity, the determination that lets her survive the war - that lets her see her blood covered hands and continue onwards, knowing she will bring more death. The certainty of the afterlife and a loving goddess is with Marhi - a perhaps unfair advantage. She has seen what gives her hope where other's might have nothing, and it drives her lecture onwards without pity. ]

Those who believe such only bring foolishness upon themselves, for one always hopes - the smallest dream exists in mankind against any odds. The only true death is to have none at all, and I have met no living man who does not possess a sliver of it - even if it is only to have a meal they like once again, or a cool breeze to stand in.