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[dragony]

It's been a while, but I suppose I'm curious—and it's hard to do much for curiosity, once it's born, is there? Some feelings can't be snuffed out, once they exist, no matter how much you might wish for it.

[ The voice is that of a young woman, somewhere between late teens and early twenties, lower-middle pitch and a steady cadence. A little tired, perhaps a little bored, but not irritably so. ]

Darkness, Earth, Water, Light, Wind, or Flame.

Choose one, please. But, before you do, know that there's no right answer, or wrong answer, and there's no moral component to any of them. "Light" doesn't mean good; "darkness" doesn't mean evil. Only whichever suits you. Something a little trivial, perhaps, but I'd like to hear your answers.

Thanks.

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[hisheartsdesire]

There might not be a moral component to them, but they still stand for or symbolize something, yeah?

[dragony]

They are what they are, before anything else.

[hisheartsdesire]

Very well. Then for me, darkness.

[dragony]

An easy choice for you, then? In the absence of anyone else's assigned meanings?

[hisheartsdesire]

It was the first I was drawn to on the list. I didn't check anyone else's responses. Should I have done so?

[dragony]

No; the answers tend to be more truthful, when given blind.

[hisheartsdesire]

I see. So, what happens after someone answers?

[dragony]

They tend to keep a conversation with me, though I can't say it's always worthwhile. Questions about what I mean, or what I do with the answers.

But that isn't strictly necessary.

[hisheartsdesire]

Worthwhile for you, or for those who've replied? I mean, I ought to say, I don't mind—I'm still trying to acclimatise and get used to the tiny phone.

[dragony]

Ah, so you're a recent arrival, I take it?

[ Ruka, you didn't answer the question... ]

[hisheartsdesire]

That wasn't an answer. [He sounds amused.] But yeah, I only arrived here earlier this month. There are some things I'm not quite familiar with, though I'm sure I'll get things sorted. Eventually.

[dragony]

Eventually. Everyone does, after some time, though how much it takes varies. Of course.

[ A little amused. ] As for that, I'd say for the other person. I'm rarely good company.

[hisheartsdesire]

I'll withhold judgment for now. After all, we've just met. Though, I must say, how forthright your opinion of yourself is.

[dragony]

I don't gain any benefit from people thinking otherwise of me. [ With all the implication of a shrug. ] It only leads to disappointment, after all.

[hisheartsdesire]

Okay, that's fair. Well, out of the things you'd mentioned, which happens to be your choice?

[dragony]

Light. I've wavered before, but I always come back to this attribute.

[hisheartsdesire]

And what does the choice of light mean to you?

[dragony]

Persistence. It can be stubbornly persistent, but it's also the persistence of existence; of continuing. That which is, and does not yield. The reality of truth and exaltion of justice tend to fall into Light as well.

None of these are, necessarily, morally "good" things; but neither are they intrinsically evil, or anything in between. They are. That's all.

[hisheartsdesire]

That—certainly is all true, that I know of, when it comes to persistence, truth, and justice. [Though her words have given him some pause.] And what of darkness, then?

[dragony]

What do you think? [ Soft, a little teasing. ] Most consider darkness to be the antithesis of light. With these traits of Light revealed, how is Darkness shaped?

[ She doesn't want to be spouting essays all night. ]

[hisheartsdesire]

Ah, right. I'm sure people have been asking you the meanings this whole time, so it's only fair to shed one's own thoughts on the matter.

[Humming in thought.] Light and darkness, eternally at play. They always touch but never mingle, yet the darkness always recedes, gives way, or relents in the presence of light. The darkness only ever stays as close as light allows. Its methods are obscure and unknown, and it takes but a beat to change shape or form or course. It may make or build ones dreams as quickly as it collapses in despair. At the end of darkness is the beginning of light, but the opposite is true as well.

And so, darkness is yielding, mysterious, whimsical. Start or finish, it is the end. It is finality and resolution, but it also is innovation and revolution, heartache and depression. It is necessary, absolutely vital.

[dragony]

That which yields. You've got the idea there.

[ She doesn't sound happy, but the note is a little more positive than the usual tone. The fact he goes on a t such length is a little surprising, but it's also the one he chose himself, so it's not as startling as it could be. ]

So then... of that, where are you?

[hisheartsdesire]

I once reached a point of finality, one might even consider it absolution. But now, I find myself at the beginning again, and the cycle continues. Still, always in the darkness. It suits me, I think.

[dragony]

Correct me if I presume too much, but with a description like that... you've died before, haven't you?

[hisheartsdesire]

[Somewhat sheepishly:] Ah—no, you're all right. I have died before; I should've guessed putting it that way would make it pretty obvious.