INBOX for purgastory

[aerodynamic]

HELLO

"Yo. Is this thing on?"

GOODBYE

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[nautycal]

[After a bit, in the middle of Yosuke talking, Ryuji's legs start bothering him while crowded, and he deadass just flops down onto his ass on the ground beside Yosuke.

He is still WORRIED ABOUT YOUR DUMBASS FOOT AND EVERYTHING.]

We sure as hell are havin' to make a lot of choices.

[Thanks a lot!!! He hates it!! He glances at Yosuke, rubs the back of his neck.]

Don't listen to gods, man. Half of what they've always said is bullshit, you know. [He frowns a little.] Yeah... I've felt it, too.

It's, like... I'm missin' somethin', but can't remember what, and I have to keep goin' to find it.

[aerodynamic]

[ welcome. he seems totally fine with ryuji joining him but there's a note of concern in his face as he directly stares at the leggy. bro, he watched kamoshida break that thing. ]

Make a lot of choices, think about past choices, all of it. Why? What's the point of reflecting on the ones we already made? Why are these choices even coming up now?

[ there's a snort though, soft yet tired. ]

I know it is. But when we were there... all of it felt so real. All that mattered to me was actually making the trip up the mountain to try and kill this god, mostly because of the bullshit they were putting the village through. [ he reaches down to fiddle with the laces of his singular boot to give his hands something to do. ]

... what if what we're missing is actually bad? [ what if they're walking right into a trap. ]

[nautycal]

[Yosuke has NO room to talk about HIS leggy when Yosuke is sitting there with THAT FOOT. SO SHUT UP, YOSUKE!! Slaps his foot (no, he doesn't).]

Ain't our lives always about damn choices?

[Deciding who you are, deciding who you'd become, who you where. I am thou, thou art I stuff. Annoying. He huffs out a sigh, picking at the edge of his shoe.]

Bad? Like... Our evil selves, or somethin'? I dunno, dude. Would this place really be forcin' us to find something bad? To do what, get rid of it?

[aerodynamic]

[ there's a hum because yes, their lives are always about choices. granted his head snaps up so fucking fast he hisses at the sudden movement. ]

I already did that. [ he growls a little. no!! he doesn't want to face his shadow again, fuck!! ] And I don't know, maybe? If we can't remember why we're here, who says we didn't agree to get rid of something in exchange for whatever we actually came for?