i have used the key and entered your house for a short moment so i could spend some time with your cats. i have fed them and played with them. i also watered the plants and i broke a vase.
i hope you accept bread with cheese and strawberries as currency. they are in your kitchen space, safe from your cats.
i do not want to devote a network message to this but caren has left. she probably is back at her home right now. her real home, not this place.
[Ozymandias would likely take more of an issue over his belongings being broken under normal circumstances. But with Caren's...parting, it would be a mistake to mix up priorities like that.]
Clean the mess up if you haven't already, but set it aside. I shall see to it that it is repaired.
I thought it odd that I had not seen or heard from Caren in several days without warning. It was most unlike her.
[He doesn't know whether to call it unfortunate or fortunate that she returned home. Part of him feels that it is mostly unfortunate. It seems that nearly all of the people who care about Caren are here, not in her world. At least, that is what Ozymandias has come to understand and observe. But even he cannot deny that there is a degree to which others are fortunate to leave this world, too. To be free of the endless changes and no longer subject to the whims of forces beyond any of their control.]
[So, he passes no such judgment and lets it be. Instead,]
You are free to stay with the sphinxes as long as you like.
i have done so. i wrapped the shards in a blanket and put them on top of one of the closets. i would not want the animals to wound themselves.
perhaps they did not give her the time to say goodbye. her last note to me is that i could return to her if the clothes she made me would not fit.
she probably expected to stay. but perhaps, for a human, it is better to be at the place they call their home.
[But it is difficult to focus on the relief she must feel and they wonder if she'd remember them. This place, the friends she made and that one friend she longed for.]
thank you. i will look after them. they provide a good distraction.
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i hope you accept bread with cheese and strawberries as currency. they are in your kitchen space, safe from your cats.
i do not want to devote a network message to this but caren has left. she probably is back at her home right now. her real home, not this place.
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Clean the mess up if you haven't already, but set it aside. I shall see to it that it is repaired.
I thought it odd that I had not seen or heard from Caren in several days without warning. It was most unlike her.
[He doesn't know whether to call it unfortunate or fortunate that she returned home. Part of him feels that it is mostly unfortunate. It seems that nearly all of the people who care about Caren are here, not in her world. At least, that is what Ozymandias has come to understand and observe. But even he cannot deny that there is a degree to which others are fortunate to leave this world, too. To be free of the endless changes and no longer subject to the whims of forces beyond any of their control.]
[So, he passes no such judgment and lets it be. Instead,]
You are free to stay with the sphinxes as long as you like.
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perhaps they did not give her the time to say goodbye. her last note to me is that i could return to her if the clothes she made me would not fit.
she probably expected to stay. but perhaps, for a human, it is better to be at the place they call their home.
[But it is difficult to focus on the relief she must feel and they wonder if she'd remember them. This place, the friends she made and that one friend she longed for.]
thank you. i will look after them. they provide a good distraction.
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it is something beyond our control.
[And maybe that is the problematic part of it all...]
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[A couple of minutes later.]
i will make sure the vase will be repaired.
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[Not that Ozymandias can't be empathetic toward the desire of wanting to occupy one's time with anything other than dwelling in the loss.]