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[improvking]

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[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit makes an exasperated sound. As far as he's concerned, that last question is just the first one again: he comes back when he's not in trouble anymore. ]

If I died while checked out, I'll just never know.

Might've already happened, who knows. [ He shrugs . ] I sure don't remember how I got back to Bavan after the thing exploded out of me at that ski lodge. That one's a good candidate for "maybe I died, maybe I checked out" - and showcases how little the distinction matters.

[ He scowls at Atem briefly, then shifts on the couch to get comfortable again, laying his head back down and pointedly closing his eyes. ]

That's just how life works. Shit happens, eventually it stops, everything keeps going, and no one cares.

[knifemonopoly]

[Goddddd okay he's gotta just compartmentalize that bit about the ski lodge, move right on past that, make like Elsa and let it go--]

You're not concerned about losing memories?

[Because this guy is.

The idea of just....not remembering the bad things that happen to you? Tempting. Imagine, if he just didn't have to experience his own suffering. If he could just...make it stop, in a way that mattered to him.

But the cost, and the risk, they're way too high. The cost of potential lost memories, and the risk, of...hurting someone he doesn't want to hurt. Or not helping someone he could have helped. Someone might need him, and he might not be himself enough to realize it. Not acceptable.]

[improvking]

Tch.

[ Atem, you're worried about him, and that's sweet and all, but he is TRYING to REST,, ]

If you're so worried about my memories, maybe you shouldn't have wiped them when you stole both my true names.

[ What's an ancient spirit got to do to be allowed a NAP around here?? ]

[knifemonopoly]

[That's not fair and you know it! He's being lashed out at, he can tell, because the Ring-Spirit doesn't want to talk about this anymore.]

Oh, is that what happened? Sorry, I don't remember, either!

But that's no reason for either of us to play carelessly with the memories we do have.

[Hffffff. If the Ring-Spirit's going to show his fangs, it might not be the most productive approach to try to force this...

When Atem speaks again, it's in a tone of finality. He'll let it go, after this.]

Take a copy, if you want it. Call me, and I'll come.

[improvking]

[ Letting this go finally? Good.

The Ring-Spirit isn't sure why, but the whole concept of a program that tells people when he's out is the most upsetting thing he's had to think about in a while. Which considering the current state of his former landlord? Yeah. He knows Atem meant well though, so as long as the subject's actually getting dropped... ]

If I need it, or you, I'll ask.

[ That this is poor phrasing for genuine gratitude does not occur to him. His still-annoyed tone doesn't help either.

He can't truly sleep without using a certain spell on himself, but he can still doze fitfully, and he's drifting into that. He mumbles the rest: ]

...You or him need me, I'll come too... y'can ask...

[knifemonopoly]

[They both know and trust that the other means well, and that's what keeps them both from bristling, from this turning into a fight. Atem will take a willingness to ask for the dead man's switch if it's wanted; he certainly wouldn't force someone to take it if it wouldn't be used.

And, what the Ring-Spirit follows it up with confirms that Atem's gut was right. He shuts his own eyes.]

I know.

Thank you.