Sure, if by cleaning it you mean taking it over your head and smashing it to pieces so nothing can be written upon it ever again.
[ he rubs at the bridge of his nose. or. frog snoot i guess. ]
We were stuck in loops. Every time, we’d have to figure out who was Gnosia among us and who was human, to stop the Gnosia from erasing human existence. We went through - I don’t know. Over a hundred of these. We would switch roles. Sometimes they’d be helpful, sometimes, you would be the Gnosia yourself. It was endless.
I was something called The Bug. I'm not-- supposed to exist. A mistake in the universe. And if I was alive at the end of the loop, it destroyed it. I managed to trick them, and then they couldn't kill me.
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It's a little like a clean slate, I suppose. [she says, finally, but.] What did you have to do?
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[ he rubs at the bridge of his nose. or. frog snoot i guess. ]
We were stuck in loops. Every time, we’d have to figure out who was Gnosia among us and who was human, to stop the Gnosia from erasing human existence. We went through - I don’t know. Over a hundred of these. We would switch roles. Sometimes they’d be helpful, sometimes, you would be the Gnosia yourself. It was endless.
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[that sounds... awful, it sounds nightmarish. all of the missions do, but.]
... I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that would be like. [she figures he knows what it's like way, way too well, at this point.] But... you ended it.
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I was something called The Bug. I'm not-- supposed to exist. A mistake in the universe. And if I was alive at the end of the loop, it destroyed it. I managed to trick them, and then they couldn't kill me.
[ but buzen had tried. hence the sword. ]