WHO: Cosima, Ellis, Tony WHAT: Catch-all for Research plot follow-ups WHEN: Nowish WHERE: Kirkwall and The Gallows NOTES: No warnings thus far. If you want to hit me up for a bespoke starter here or in an inbox, just grab me oocly.
He's asked as much as he can without being specific about his worries. And he isn't sure it's his place to share his concerns about Wysteria's shard. She wouldn't thank him for it, and Cosima might not be able to do much of anything for the situation anyway.
So instead, there's this question, prompting for something Ellis has certainly never experienced the equivalent of. Existentially weird seems a step beyond what Ellis had been thinking of a moment before.
"OK, well, unelss anyone's made any discoveries they're not sharing, no one is sure what Rifters are, right? So for us, in contrast to natives who caught a shard, it's like... well, it's in the name, right? An anchor. We're connected to the Fade."
She glances down at her own hand. She used to be scrupulous about fingerless gloves in Kirkwall proper, but these days, it's more for her comfort than for the comfort of those around her. People in Kirkwall have adjusted, in the time since she was last here.
"I think all the evidence points to us being some sort of metaphysical copies of our original selves," she says, after a short pause. "And that doesn't mean we're not real, or not people, or don't deserve rights. But it does mean, if it's true, that we all have to cope with the idea of the self we remember being just like ... going on with our lives, back home." A smile, a little more muted than Cosima usually is. "For me, the idea that I wasn't anywhere, or at least, not as a self I'd recognize, between the first and second times I was here. Thus. Existential weirdness."
no subject
He's asked as much as he can without being specific about his worries. And he isn't sure it's his place to share his concerns about Wysteria's shard. She wouldn't thank him for it, and Cosima might not be able to do much of anything for the situation anyway.
So instead, there's this question, prompting for something Ellis has certainly never experienced the equivalent of. Existentially weird seems a step beyond what Ellis had been thinking of a moment before.
time continues to be fake
She glances down at her own hand. She used to be scrupulous about fingerless gloves in Kirkwall proper, but these days, it's more for her comfort than for the comfort of those around her. People in Kirkwall have adjusted, in the time since she was last here.
"I think all the evidence points to us being some sort of metaphysical copies of our original selves," she says, after a short pause. "And that doesn't mean we're not real, or not people, or don't deserve rights. But it does mean, if it's true, that we all have to cope with the idea of the self we remember being just like ... going on with our lives, back home." A smile, a little more muted than Cosima usually is. "For me, the idea that I wasn't anywhere, or at least, not as a self I'd recognize, between the first and second times I was here. Thus. Existential weirdness."