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Who: Leto + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: N/A
When:

[ The video flickers on to Leto sitting on his bed, kicking his legs briefly. He grins when the video starts recording, pushing himself onto his feet. He tilts his head, that odd bird-like movement he often exhibits. ]

I have heard some interesting things of late, so I thought I'd put the question to you all. When you fall in love, can you only love one person? Can you fall in love with multiple people? Is love something you find yourself stopping after just one?

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True. But I would still stand by it. Your life has had indignities. But I do not think that is not what life intended.

[fuga]

If it intended otherwise then why hand me such things? What is the reason?

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I do not think it has one. Life rarely has reasons for why or how. It simply is. It exists in a multitude.

[ Asking why, Leto has always found pointless. Why did Alia go mad when he didn't? Why did everything that way? Life did not intend to, but people did. ]

People's choices often dictate the flow of life.

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And people's choices can destroy lives, ruin them, break them to ashes and leave them rot upon the ground they tread.

[ The bitterness comes out sharply and she pauses, almost shocked by her own show of emotion before she breathes out. ]

If things are to happen for a reason then our suffering must have cause. It must be a test, or a sign of what is to come. I simply cannot imagine what it may be.

[precedented]

[ A test . . . ]

I suppose it could be one.

[fuga]

I would believe such of my Lord, or his Family.

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But he is not here. Why believe it even now?

[fuga]

Is the sky not blue in your world simply because you cannot see it anymore?

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Skies and Gods are very different.

[fuga]

And how is that?

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The sky doesn't impose its will on us.

[fuga]

Neither does my Lord.

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Then what does he do?

[fuga]

He guides. He aids. He supports.

[ Lauralae frowns, tilting her head. ]

He is a Father.

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[ Leto considers this. ]

Have you heard from him?

[fuga]

Here? No.

[ She frowns, curling in on herself. ]

But this is not his world. It is not unusual.

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I suppose not.

[ Though Leto rarely knows of gods whose influences linger past their dimension. ]