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what the fuck indeed. the Intent of shock and disbelief pours out of him as he assents.

wait, assents?

did he do that?

he must have.

he's the one that intended to communicate, is he not?

either way, the chalice responds.

"Haaa, took you long enough. Do you know how lonely it is out here? All day, every day, it's just me, me, me, allll by myself. If days are even a thing out here.

Bah, semantics. I'm glad to see you. You missed me, right? Right?"

[his eyebrows - does he even have those, shit - furrow]

I don't know who ya are to miss ya.

he does not have eyebrows. still, the Intent remains clear, and he feels himself convey the impression of a frown.

"Aaaaah, so that's how it is."

the chalice pauses, radiating a distinct thoughtfulness. it gives a little twirl.

"All right. Sure. I'm fine with that. Always have been! Always will be. I'm not the one running out of time.

Are you, though?

Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ, 'ғɪʏᴏ?"

I ain't runnin' out of nothin'.

[there's certainty in that. Despite not having a frown, the intent of it deepens further]

Worthy of what?

he feels

dread.

he doesn't know.

he doesn't know.

he doesn't know.

he should, shouldn't he?

shouldn't he remember?

the chalice laughs.

"You have to be so dramatic all the time, don't you?

Haha. I was waiting for that. I was ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ for that.

I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ʟᴀɴᴅsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ, ᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

Oɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ.

I ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴅɪᴅ I? Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ."

the chalice glows, and all at once, he

—no, you—

you remember how small you are.

the chalice is yours because it allows itself to be yours. you had permission to claim it.

you had permission to ask for help.

"Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, 'ғɪʏᴏ. I'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs."

the chalice falls silent, and yet. . . you feel its distinct sense of amusement, an ethereal sense of pity, as it fills the crevices of your fractured mind with the power of a god.

but power means nothing without a means to direct it, doesn't it?

your Intent may have carried you this far.

however.

to wield the power of a god, one requires the necessary Comprehension.

that's fine. you can take that too.

Oɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ.

Aʟʟ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴs, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs, ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ.

Iғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ, ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴜʟᴛs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. Sᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴏғ Uɴɪᴛʏ. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ—ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. Rᴇᴠᴏʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ.

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Oɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs.

Lᴇɢᴇɴᴅs sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍʏ. Bᴇsɪᴅᴇs, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. Fᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴs, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs, ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ. . .

Sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ. Aᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ. As ᴛʜᴇ Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴏғ Uɴɪᴛʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴀᴡᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. Wᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇs? Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ—ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇs sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ. Rᴇᴠᴏʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ.

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Oɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs.

Lᴇɢᴇɴᴅs sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍʏ. Bᴇsɪᴅᴇs, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. Fᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴs, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs, ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ. . .

Sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ. Aᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ. Tʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴄᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʟɪғᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ! Cᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴀᴡᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ɪᴛs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ? Cᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ CAPABLE?

Fᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴀʀ-ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ʟɪғᴇsᴘᴀɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴛ. Tʜɪs sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ɪɴᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ. Tᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇs—ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ!—ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴏғ Uɴɪᴛʏ. Tᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ. Tᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʟɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴄ—

Oɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғ. . .

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I̴͉̫̝̿͋ ʀ̸͓͚̠͆̽͒ᴇ̴̘̘̟̿̀͘ғ̵͕͉̙͛͊͘ᴜ̸͔͙̠̓̽́s̴͎͍͕̓̐͑ᴇ̸̡̠͖͒́̕

(it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much it's too much)

it's too much

too

much

you're just a stupid mortal

just a clueless

weakling

out of their depth

again

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you can feel

your mind

breaking

you can feel your mind breaking.

you can hear

laughter.

your own?

not your own. you can't laugh. you can barely think.

it's. . . who is that?

it's the chalice.

you're the chalice.

you've always been the chalice.

. . .

no. you can't be the chalice.

if you don't want to break forever, you need to reject the power. you need to push it away.

[this is so far out of his scope of anything that he just.

Listens.

Watches? Feels?

Whatever it is he can do to try to understand what is going on]

[but why didn't the avatar just punch whatever was splitting the universes]

[of course he's rejecting the power, is it even his own power?

He doesn't want it]

alas, Unity is not the god of punches. that's a different guy.

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