[ Why are there monkeys in his room, he thinks, as if there isn't a miniature spinosaurus rolling around in the leaves of his bed area (that weirdly look like they've taken the other "bed" and just piled it up).
More important matters. He shakes his head at - well, everything. Because for as much as he effectively thinks Fiora should continue sticking to her guns, on this... this he's got no other answer for.
the realm is unstable, and gets worse every time a rule is broken. this counts. this is in the rules. we don't follow them, we all die - either by becoming husks, with no memories or thoughts to speak of, or because the realm has come crashing down on our heads.
if there's another means, then we don't have it yet. ]
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More important matters. He shakes his head at - well, everything. Because for as much as he effectively thinks Fiora should continue sticking to her guns, on this... this he's got no other answer for.
the realm is unstable, and gets worse every time a rule is broken. this counts. this is in the rules. we don't follow them, we all die - either by becoming husks, with no memories or thoughts to speak of, or because the realm has come crashing down on our heads.
if there's another means, then we don't have it yet. ]