...And also these.

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Comments

[unbearablynaive]

Indeed. Your experiences inform you as much as my programming informs me. The difference is in free will.

[The JARVIS-sphere dissolves, and the Vision appears in his place. Compared directly, the voice is only slightly different, but he has a warmth JARVIS lacks.]

I have that free will.

[touchofrogue]

An' how do ya feel about that?

[Since they were being frank and all.]

[unbearablynaive]

[He smiles.]

It's more difficult, of course, but I find it far more enjoyable as well.

[touchofrogue]

Mmm. Fair enough. [A glance around and then a nod in the direction of the Exit sign.] So the exit's thataway?

[unbearablynaive]

As promised. [He inclines his head.]

You're welcome to visit any time.

[touchofrogue]

[She raised her eyebrows.]

Inside your mind?

[That is quite the invitation.]

[unbearablynaive]

[He nods, perfectly in earnest.]

You'll find it's much the same as this in the waking world.

[touchofrogue]

[...okay, but. No.]

Why would ya want me ta do that? Ya don't even know me.

[unbearablynaive]

I know you looked for a third option when presented with two obvious ones.

[touchofrogue]

[She... wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about. Kind of a shame, she thought, because that might just spoil whatever good impression she'd somehow made.

Oh well, better sooner than later.]

I'm not sure what you're talkin' 'bout, but I doubt it's a strong enough reason ta wanna invite someone into your head.

[unbearablynaive]

[He raises his eyebrows.]

Don't you? There was an object and an exit, and you chose to speak. I grant you it's not the trolley scenario, but I appreciate it nonetheless.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue blinks. Then she shakes her head, laughing a little.]

I think you're readin' a bit too much into that. That's just... whistlin' in the dark, is all.

[unbearablynaive]

Be that as it may.

[He tilts his head to one side.]

I also don't mind the company.

[touchofrogue]

There are better [safer] ways ta get company other than invitin' people inside your own head!

[Or... maybe this was just an android thing?]

[unbearablynaive]

[That gets a laugh, which is definitely amused more than offended.]

In certain situations such as our current ones, perhaps. Yet there are times when the distance is great or physical contact is not possible.

[touchofrogue]

[Telepaths are weird.

Shaking her head.]

Telepaths are weird.

[unbearablynaive]

Well, I won't deny that.

[touchofrogue]

[In a rare moment, Rogue fells compelled to explain.]

See, for regular people who don't have the same shiny mental defenses, the thought of havin' someone else in your brain is right terrifyin'. So I guess I'm still a bit confused by you throwin' open the doors of your mind for a tea party, even though from what you're sayin' it sounds like ya just think of it as... convenient.

[unbearablynaive]

[He nods, though he does look...not confused, exactly, but concerned.]

Should anyone here actually be powerful enough to harm me in my own domain, defenses would mean little in any case. Still, I suppose it would be strange to someone without telepathy to begin with.

[touchofrogue]

[A brief laugh.]

Maybe a 'lil bit. [Holding up a gloved, even in her mental projection, forefinger and thumb to measure.] Especially since we can't just... force ourselves out of our heads at random.

[...dramatic glance around.]

Well. Usually.

[unbearablynaive]

Usually.

[He sounds amused at that; but then, how much of his life has been usual?]

Though if it should occur again while we are in this situation, you're welcome to spend as much time here as you like.

[touchofrogue]

[There he goes again!

Trying not to respond to the inherent... well, strangeness of the offer, Rogue does her best to just... listen. She's good at listening.

And he had said something about wanting company.

Are you lonely?

She does, fortunately, possess enough tact to not... outright... say that.]

...well, I appreciate the offer. [She makes a show of glancing around.] Though, gotta say, your place wouldn't be harmed by a couch or somethin'.

[unbearablynaive]

[He smiles, both at her acceptance and the feedback. In this place which is a reflection of himself, there aren't any objects or images of friends, enemies, or close relationships as most of the others seem to have. The isolation of the crystal in the center of the room isn't just for show.]

To be more welcoming? Hmm.

[And almost as soon as he says it, a modern-deco couch materializes next to the wall, all in yellow but solid to the touch.]

[touchofrogue]

Oh, nice.

[Rogue likes the smooth lines of the couch even if, well, yellow is not a favorite color. She chooses to move toward it and sit.

She knows what it's like to be lonely.]

Kinda comfy, too.

[Needs more... well, less yellow.]

[unbearablynaive]

[Yes, well, yellow is a theme here. The only other color that doesn't appear on himself or visitors is light blue, and that one...she doesn't need to meet that one. Nobody who remains pleasant needs to meet that one.

He does smile brightly that it's comfortable. These things aren't always so easy to determine. Still, if he intends to entertain visitors, he supposes he must supply something to entertain them with. Another gesture and a matching low table appears in front of the couch, along with a chair across from it that he takes for himself. As it's all simply condensed fog, it's still the same yellow color, but the textures seem to be accurate, at least.]

That is better, I think. I'd offer you refreshment, but I'm afraid it's all in our minds.